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teawithnosugar · 1 year ago

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Your Love

Ellie x Reader

CW: angst/comfort at the end, slight gore, trauma, mentions of abuse (I think), Ellie is kind of mean at first, Joel and Jesse ain’t dead here WORDS: 2,6k SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie may fight sometimes, but she’s still the one that understands you most in the world. SONG: True Blue - boygenius

"I remember who I am when I’m with you"

AN: ....it's been over a month...I AM SO SORRY. I'm on 3 hours of sleep so I wasn't able to edit this properly. This plot was waaaay better in my head, thinking abt making this a mini series. The reader’s past isn’t that detailed in this one but I think you’re able to get the idea djdbsjs 😭

When you first came to Jackson, you were 15, quiet, body tense, and covered from head to two in crimson liquid. Now you were 22, still quiet, still tense, and drenched in rain water. You and Ellie had just gotten back from patrol. You accidentally left behind a bag of loot while trying to save Ellie from a group of raiders. As soon as the door to your small cabin closed, she was on you, shouting at you for your mistake, voice as loud as the harsh rain outside. Jackson made you happy, talkative, at peace, but in moments like this it was easy to become that 15 year old again, scared and just taking the blows.

“There’s a flu going around Y/N! People need the medicine you just lost!”

Ellie was furious, pacing the cabin. It was like you were at that facility again, adults shouting at kids for not hitting their targets or being able to beat up other kids during training. You felt so small.

In reality, Ellie was angry, not at you, but at her own sense of burden. She still wasn’t over the incident at the hospital, and the vaccine that was never made because of her and now the medicine the town wouldn’t get because of her mistake. The guilt was overflowing, and coming out as steam in her ears and harsh words from her mouth. “I just…I just wanted to protect you,” you whispered. She froze, expression softening before it hardened. Before she could snap again, there was a knock on the door of your small cabin. You both looked at each other, slightly confused but more to tell each other that this would have to continue later. “We ran into a group of 15, but while we were getting away we saw more of them, all camping in Teton.” You don’t remember how you got here, in a meeting with Tommy, Joel, Jessie, Ellie, and Maria. Not that you were listening anyways. Everyone’s voices sounded fuzzy and echoey, like a vacuum of some sorts. You stared at the cracked wood of Maria’s dinner table. You couldn’t pay attention to the conversation, all you could think of was how empty your stomach felt but you didn’t have the appetite to eat anything.

“…I’m sorry to bring all of you here. Usually in situations like this I send Joel and Y/N…but Joel is getting old and Y/N…doesn’t seem to be in the state to do this alone.”

Maria's concern for your well-being echoes faintly, but it's Ellie’s hand on your knee from under the table that anchors you. She could tell your mind was slipping away again, and she had calmed down greatly since a while ago and wanted to comfort you. She recognized the way you gave a small nod at Maria’s words, eyes staring down at your lap when you felt everyone’s eyes on you.

You couldn’t help but feel like a burden. Killing and defending was all you were raised to do, and you felt like a disappointment for failing at your only notable job in the community.

You silently played with Ellie’s hand as the meeting went on. You wanted to help with the plan, to tell them some of what they came up with was a bit too dangerous and that it would’ve been easier if they just sent you, but you stayed quiet. If you were being honest, you didn’t really care at the moment, a numbness in your core eating away at your insides. You felt so empty.

In these moments, you found yourself drowning in a familiar sea of emotions. There was little else to do but immerse yourself in the touch of Ellie's skin.It wasn't a difficult choice to make – you could either get lost in your mind's maze or savor the sweetness of Ellie's hand, and surely, the latter was a far more delightful path to take.

As the meeting went on, Ellie glanced at you every few minutes. She hadn’t seen you like this in a long time. “You’re not a fucking killing machine” she had told you so many times before. “Yeah but I’m the best at playing the part” you’d always respond.

You wanted to help the community that had welcomed you so gracefully years ago. You lacked the culinary skills to prepare hearty meals, the green thumb to tend to blossoming seeds, and the craftsmanship to build sturdy shelters, so you helped the only way you knew how, by protecting them from outsiders, the thing you used to be long ago. Ellie understood your need to be useful all too well, too well to stop you despite how much you hated what you were doing. It’s the reason you chose flight over fight during patrol; you hated killing people.

“You leave in 30 minutes, pack up and meet in front of the gates.” Maria said, and the screeching of chairs being moved hit your ears, bringing you back to the current moment and flinching slightly. Ellie guided you out of the house and silently walked with you back to you to the small cabin. She kept a gentle hand secured around your waist, guilt from your previous argument eating away at her.

“I’m sorr-“

“It’s fine Els” you replied softly, pulling away slowly once you reached your cabin.

It was easy to gather your stuff, your belongings lay where you left them, forgotten in the heat of your argument. Gathering your things became a breeze once you decided to regain composure. However, as you turned around, you found Ellie already sorted and waiting, her eyes fixed on you like a gentle lighthouse beaming with concern.

She drew near and held you by your hips, rubbing and squeezing the flesh under your jeans comfortingly as she leaned her forehead against yours. She looked into your eyes softly. “I can ask Maria to let you sit this one ou-” “I’m fine Els” you repeated, still speaking softly, pressing your lips softly against yours. She smiled against your lips. She knew you weren’t fine, the tender touch of your lips on hers stirred a dance of butterflies in her mind, spinning and swirling like dandelion seeds caught in a playful breeze, just as you planned.

You held hands the whole walk to the gates and the ride to the planned spot. Your arm wrapped around Ellie’s torso as your entwined hands rested on her stomach. You sat behind her on Shimmer. Jesse led the group on his horse as he held the map and you all stayed close together on your horses. You traveled in a line, Jesse, then you and Ellie, then Joel and Tommy. You held the flashlight in your free hand to help light up the path, the sun had set moments ago. The plan was stupid, go in the dark so we could see their lights. It was something that could easily backfire but you didn’t speak up during the meeting so you’d have to deal with the consequences now.

Once you reached the spot, you set up a small base, preparing your weapons and tying down the horses. The area was just a little away from the camp of the people you saw a while ago. Once everyone found their place and the world hushed, Ellie stood beside you while you shed your jacket and tied your shoes with a firm, double knot. The plan was that you would go ahead, scout the area better and come back with useful information. Your unique talent for moving with an almost supernatural silence made you the natural pick for this task.

Her gaze lingered on you before she finally spoke “baby, are you sure?” You stood up straight and gave her a reassuring smile “I’m sure.” You gave her a peck in the cheek and waved to the others before disappearing into the trees, pistol, knife, and binoculars in hand, you left all your bigger weapons with the others to have more mobility.

As you approached the outskirts of the town where the camp lay, confusion washed over you like a cloud passing over the sun. The place was deserted, like a ghost town with its fires extinguished, and not a soul in sight, as if everyone had vanished into thin air. The echoes of gunfire hit you like a punch to the gut, and instinct took over, propelling your body into a sprint as if it had a mind of its own. With your gun and knife firmly grasped in each hand, you darted through the chaos at lightning speed. As you drew nearer, a grim scene unfolded before your eyes like a haunting painting, with lifeless bodies scattered like fallen leaves on a desolate path. …1..2..3…..8..9….

6 more were still alive. You ran around the area, staying out of the light, but your heart shattered into pieces as the sounds of Tommy and Ellie's desperate calls for Joel reached your ears. There, you saw the scene unfolding like a tragic play: Joel lying wounded under the raider's boot, his blood pooling into the grass under him. Ellie struggled to support Jesse who seemed to have gotten injured too. It was just Tommy and Ellie left, able to point their guns at the enemies who did the same. The raiders' shouts faded into the background, drowned out by the persistent ringing in your ears, now back with a vengeance. Ellie's gaze met yours, and with a hesitant nod, she urged you to do what you excelled at. She despised herself for it, knowing she was pushing you to embrace something you detested. But Joel and Jesse needed help, her and Tommy had used up all they had on the other 9 men, and they were basically cornered.

You moved expertly and quickly, mind blank aside from the need to protect your friends and your girlfriend. You shot and sliced through the group while dodging their attacks with ease. Your focus narrowed solely on the task at hand, blocking out everything else. Your friends' voices were lost, and all you saw were the raw, visceral images of flesh and blood as you killed and killed and killed and killed and killed. You didn’t even remember how you got there, straddling the chest of the man you knew was stepping on Joel awhile ago but you couldn’t even recognize his face anymore. Like a relentless storm, you repeatedly stabbed, the knife becoming an extension of your hand, painting the air crimson with every fierce strike. The man's features were now lost amidst the sea of red flesh and the occasional glimpses of his shattered skull, like shards of a broken mirror.

Your hands, once steady and sure, now throbbed with pain as they clutched onto the knife, coated in a macabre tapestry of bloodstains. The pistol you once held was discarded on the ground nearby, forgotten in the haze of battle. Bruises were likely forming under the stains, but such sensations were distant, eclipsed by the singular focus in your mind, as if you were a machine set on a single purpose. You had slipped into that zone, the mindset of that child trained to kill, where the world narrowed to a singular purpose, leaving everything else behind.

That was until you felt a familiar pair of hands gently pull you off the messy mound of lifeless red flesh, holding you close to their very much alive one. Once the familiar smell of rain water and pinewood hit your nose, you forgot all about the faint smell of blood, like it was just a distant memory. Tilting your head up, you met her worried gaze, her green eyes tightly knit with concern, etching a profound impact on your heart.

“Kid, are you okay?” Tommy had kneeled down in front of you two after quickly packing up everyone’s stuff and putting them on the horses. The worry on his face made the tears that had already unconsciously welled up in your eyes spill over. He didn’t hate you, he was worried, and so was Ellie. She hasn’t seen you like this…in years, and it was breaking her heart because it felt like all the progress you went through just…vanished. But that wasn’t true, you’d be fine. You’d always be fine with her there.

You nodded shakily towards the older man who had become a father figure to you in your time in Jackson. Your eyes flickered towards Jesse and Joel, both injured and on the horses, suffering silently as they waited for us to start moving. ‘Get your shit together’ you screamed internally.

You sadly pulled away from Ellie and stood up. The two needed to get medical attention soon. The ride back was quiet but fast. Ellie and Tommy rode with Jesse and Joel so they wouldn’t have to move much so you were riding on your own horse. Your face was blank but god the voices in your head were loud as you mindlessly followed the two other horses.

‘You should’ve done this alone’

‘One of the men you killed had a wedding band, could one of the other bodies be their loved one?’

‘You could’ve helped plan it out better during the meeting’

‘Another one of the men screamed so loud you were able to hear it through the ringing in your ears, as if the stars cared he was dying. Did you not kill him quickly enough?’

‘None of this would’ve happened if you fucking said something earlier’

The brunette looked back at you every once in a while to make sure you were still there. She was obviously overwhelmed, both her father figure and her best friend were bleeding out and her girlfriend was visibly close to breaking down after killing 6 people in fucking seconds. She kept it together though, she had to.

Once you all arrived back in town and the lives of her loved ones were assured, she brought you home. Ellie tossed all your stuff and hers onto the peeling leather couch, not caring about them at all because you were the priority right now.

Ellie pulled you with her onto the bed, cradling you in her arms. The blood on your body seeped into the sheets, leaving dark stains in its wake. In your dazed state, you managed to utter a faint concern, "I don't want to get the bed dirty." While you were consumed with guilt over the bed, Ellie's heart ached that your focus was on something seemingly trivial amidst the chaos you had faced. Her scent, her touch, she was like some magical drug that quiets the voices in your head. Who needed therapy or talk when she was just there? She stayed quiet and held you tighter, hiding your hands in hers so you wouldn’t see the crimson that stained on them. After a few moments she pressed a kiss to the back of your head and it’s like you couldn’t even remember what you were arguing about earlier in the day, and how you were supposed to continue talking about it. It was better this way, neither of you won something that probably wasn’t even worth keeping score of. You felt her arms slip under your back and your leg as she started carrying you towards the bathroom, you didn’t fight her hold, you leaned into it actually, snuggling your face into her chest.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? Then we can get you that pasta and garlic bread from the Diner you like so much.”

“Mhm.”

#the last of us #tlou #the last of us 2 #tlou 2 #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader angst

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itoshi-s · 2 years ago

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──✧ ˚ · “ 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

*.✧ ft. 𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢

*.✧ rin puts your early christmas gift to good use.

*.✧ wc: 4k. cw: nsfw, fem reader, very self-indulgent!, pet names (love, baby, pretty girl), the sfw part is sooo sweet i'm melting, slight choking and degradation (rin tells you to shut uponce lol), taking pictures in the act, reader has a belly button piercing. characters are 20+. not proof read // notes: rinnie my one and only <3 thinkin about him lots this christmas season !

"it's no fair!"

rin tries to fight back the amused smile that threatens to pull at his mouth, he really does. it seems like it's no use, though, when he has to hold his arm up to try and block the impact of the wrapping paper on his head.

"you just had to snoop around, didn't you?" you huff, brows furrowed and cheeks flushed from irritation and panic that both burst in your chest upon seeing your boyfriend, innocent as ever, unloading the shopping bags - even though this one single time, you specifically didn't ask him to.

to your horror, you could only watch the realization hit him and face light up as he held the collectors edition of his favorite director's top thrillers. extended and with additional commentary, you just knew it'd make him all giddy the second he unpacks it - he's watched these iconic pieces countless times before, after all, and with his inquiring nature, he'd love to go deeper into the lore.

you’ve hit the jackpot with this gift, that you were sure of, and you couldn't wait to see his reaction - but didn't want it to play out like this.

"i'm sorry," he laughs, sincerely even despite the amusement that lilts his tone. "sorry, love. i don't know what came over me, i should've listened."

you drop the freshly bought roll of wrapping paper onto the table, making sure to glare up at rin as he reaches for you and wraps his arms around your frame. he pulls you close to his chest, sturdy and warm underneath his hoodie, and you can try to huff and puff all you want, but it's just so painfully hard to do it - even playfully so - when he holds you so sweetly. you grumble a bit, something about him ruining his own surprise, and nuzzle your nose against the fluff of his sweatshirt.

"do you like it, though?" you ask, voice muffled but rin hears the hopeful tilt. "s'got all the extra scenes and all. the commentary too." you peek an eye up at your boyfriend, gaze glimmering when you see the smile on his face.

"dumb question." rin mumbles and gives your body a firm squeeze to get his point across. you yelp a bit as he continues, "of course i do. can we watch it tonight? or do i have to wait until christmas?" he teases and rests his hands on the small of your back, pinky finger dipping just barely underneath the waistband of your yoga pants.

you're not cruel and never could be - not with the look your striker boyfriend gives you, excitement pooling in the teal irises behind the thick curtain of black lashes. he's giddy like a little kid and you don't see this side of rin too often, despite him easing up throughout the years. and so,

"sure we can, baby." you unwrap your arms from around his slim waist and instead reach your hands up to cradle his jaw. leaning up, you give him a chaste kiss that tastes like your peppermint chapstick and the cup of flavored coffee he's been sipping on before you came home.

he hums into your mouth, tilting his head and leaning further towards you just when you're about to pull away. it's not enough, he's gotta thank you properly - and so he deepens the kiss, tongue slipping past your lips and lapping slowly, tenderly.

your knees nearly buckle at how it so quickly turns passionate, but as fast as it plays out, it as abruptly stops. rin breathes, lips moving against your own when he speaks. "you want one of yours?" he asks and you furrow your brows a bit.

"hm?"

"a present," he specifies, hands moving to rest on the small of your waist comfortably. he clears his throat, then pecks your lips quickly as he makes up his mind. "actually. just wait a sec."

you make a small sound of protest that falls deaf on rin's ears as he pulls away and dismisses you with a wave of a hand. you huff, watching as he skips up the stairs two steps at a time. you don't really mind how he ignores your whining - it'd be funny if you did, especially with the way rin seems far too excited to return the favor.

it's sweet, makes your teeth ache and heart grow and swell with unbearable amounts of love you hold for this boy - the way his eyes only ever seem to shine so brightly when it's around you.

he walks back into the kitchen barely a minute later, a neatly wrapped small box in his hand and it stirs your interest. you lean back against the kitchen counter, hands mindlessly playing with the hem of your sweater as he steps closer.

"god i hope you didn't spend too much." you blurt out before any thought filters it, and rin laughs as you blink once, purely out of worry. "what? don't laugh at me!"

"so what if i did?" rin quips, a teasing lilt to his voice but it still makes your shoulders and eyes drop, as if to say, oh, you didn't. he cracks a smile, feels the corners of his mouth twitch as he hands you the package. "kidding, baby. open up, you'll love this."

you've never really been too big on surprise gifts, always opting for more useful and handy presents, but that never meant you were any kind of ungrateful. both giving and receiving gifts were only ever fun because of how much thought the other person paid to making it, you thought, and the certainty and confidence in rin's voice makes you all the more excited.

as your fingers work on the light brown paper, rin speaks.

"it's not really big or anything, but i know you loved your last one.” oh- “it actually makes so much more sense to give it to you a little early, too."

you already have a clue what might be hiding behind the paper even before you finally pull the box out - and surely, there is a brand new baby pink polaroid camera, blinking right back at you from the packaging.

it might not be much to some, but it is everything to you - and rin instinctively opens his arms when you gasp and lean into him, some sort of an one arm hug and attempt to keep close to him.

"oh my god!" you sound breathy with excitement as you unbox the camera, feel the way it fits in your small hands all over again. "you remembered," you mumble, eyes darting back up to your boyfriend as if in disbelief.

rin shrugs, offers you an interested look instead. "yeah, it's been months since you lost the other one," he points out, "and i figured you'd want to take some pictures this season..."

it's no surprise he remembered, nor is the fact he's thought it through so well. it's rin, and he keeps everything in this mind of his. (he really does. trying to beat him at buying the most accurate present is useless, cause he'll always end up shocking you anyway.)

you stare down at the camera, fingers now aching to hold it up properly, to press down on the shutter. you smile to yourself, glancing up to see teal ones already looking down at you expectantly. he doesn't look nervous per se, but there's definitely a hint of anticipation.

"i love it," you grin, earnest and sweet as you take a step or two away, holding the camera up to your face. you look through the tiny lens, adjusting the angle so that the entirety of rin's body from waist upwards fits. "grab the present." you instruct, one eye peeking up from behind the camera.

he complies, reaches for the box and holds it up, until there's just a pair of bright turquoise irises staring right back at the lens from behind the package. the christmas tree twinkles faintly in the back, warm light fuzzy behind rin's broad shoulders. "good?" you nod, mouth pulling into a smile at the sight and without further wait, you press down on the shutter.

rin puts the package back down, gaze all the while focused on you, and he's glad he keeps watching - otherwise, he'd miss out on the joy written all over your face as you delicately pull the cartridge out. "first one down!" you chirp, the happy sound bleeding into a laugh.

he thinks he could eat you whole if it was the only way to savor all of you, so sweet and pure and all his.

you place the camera down on the kitchen table, flapping the photo around to speed up the process, "this is exciting." you muse and rin notes the way you bounce on your heels a little, a tell tale sign of how thrilled the gift's made you feel. "you gonna be my model again, rinnie?"

a pair of sturdy arms wrap around your waist, manhandle you just enough to plop you down on the counter. he noses at your neck, the spot just below your jaw that makes you shudder when he mouths at it, and rin hums with thought.

there's already a pile of various polaroids of him, sitting in one of your drawers and waiting for their turn to be tucked behind your phone case - but he'd be silly to mind any of it.

he used to be silly in his teenage years, blushing and protesting whenever you’d angle your camera at him, eyes fleeing away bashfully. what’s all that for? he asked once, a miffed expression on his face as he crossed his arms and slumped in his seat a bit. you laughed, thumb pressing down on the little heart on your screen to save the picture to your favorites. so that i can keep looking at you when you’re across the globe again, you retorted lightheartedly, eyes focused on your screen still but the fond smile you wore pulled at rin’s heart by it’s own. he gulped, aquamarine eyes boring into your oblivious features, and he vaguely remembers thinking that he’s fucked and done for - he was in love with you already, but that day he felt it suck him in deep, until there was no air to breathe and his soul soaked through with you, you, you. rin cleared his throat, straightening up in his seat as he leaned forward on the table.

you peeked an eye up at him, a short hum of question accompanying the look, and he gnawed on his bottom lip with anticipation. take another, he said then, voice softer than minutes ago and he swore he could see a spark ignite behind your irises. i don’t mind.

it might’ve been years since he fell in love with you all over again, but the heat still rises in his chest all the same upon the sight of you aiming your camera at him. he’s grown so addicted to the adoring look you’d give him after each taken snap and he’s selfish, doesn’t want to deny himself the sight - and so, rin presses a kiss to your jugular as he murmurs,

“mhm. whenever you wish, love.”

it's suffocating, the way rin doesn't take no for an answer as he works his way down, mouthing and nibbling on your scorching skin. your whining falls on deaf ears as you push at his head, the air in your lungs growing hot and blood rushing through your veins. he just doesn't listen, even as you try to reason that there's not nearly enough time to be doing this now, that the guests will be there in two hours and you didn't turn the timer on the oven so you have to keep an eye on it. he only gives a slight grunt and ignores your whining.

you should've seen it coming, parading around in just a pair of shorts and a long sleeve top that's so tight, rin could make out the way your hardened nipples poked through the thin cotton. he's amused, he really is, with the shocked look behind your bambi eyes as he pulled you in for a kiss far too hungry and desparete to fit in the kitchen scenery - what else did you expect?

now he has you spread on the living room floor, the wool carpet rubbing against your bare skin and chaffing his knees as he moves to rest between your legs. maybe it is the mulled wine that both you and rin enjoyed earlier or maybe it's the close proximity of the fireplace that brings a few droplets of perspiration to collect across your hairline, cheeks flushed red and eyes bleary as you speak,

"rin-" it comes out as more of a moan than a proper sound, accompanied by your eyes rolling back when one of rin's hand reaches to grab at your mound. the thin silk of your shorts feels cool against your heated skin and urges you to shudder. "baby, i'm serious, we don't have the time," you insist, voice almost pleading.

your arms twitch to prop you up, lean up just a bit to try and catch your boyfriend's gaze, but the wake of kisses he keeps pressing to your tummy is enough to make your head roll backwards instead.

rin nearly purrs against your abdomen, palm rubbing on your clothed cunt as he mouths at the smooth skin. his teeth skim over the swarovski sitting neatly at your belly button, give a gentle, playful tug that makes your toes curl. "we do," he mumbles and your jaw slacks in defeat.

he can make it quick, he supposes. of course he can, and he will, if it's the one single rule he has to play by in order to get his fill. in fact, he still hadn't touched you properly yet and the thin material of your shorts already seems soaked through... yeah, it'll be quick.

you gasp, loud and trembling when rin's mouth eventually reaches your heat. he slides a hand up to grab at one of your tits, tongue lolling out to take a long lap up your folds and he groans. catching your nipple between two fingers and giving an experimental roll and tug, he watches your chest ripple with moans that get caught somewhere deep in your throat. you keen breathily, the arch in your back abruptly smoothed out by rin's forearms pressing down on your hips.

the grip of time doesn't let you fully submit to the pleasure still, body taut and head spinning. it holds you back, a film over your mind, and so you try again, "rinnie-"

"shut up," rin grunts, mouth full of cunt and large palm kneading at the swell of your breast. he glances up at you from his spot between your thighs, eyes hazy and heavy with desire. "need y'now, baby. so be good for me." his lips move against your folds as he speaks, the friction making your eyes roll back. "i'll be quick."

you've no problem trusting his words, considering he's proven countless of times how he has your body memorized better than any technique or strategy. you gasp, fingers tugging at the dark green strands and as if instinctively, you push him closer to where your heat is throbbing and leaking pathetically onto his awaiting tongue.

rin senses your surrender, feels it in the way your thighs tighten by his ears and how your clit throbs in his mouth. his eyes flutter, desire pooling in his gut and twisting as he groans. "good girl." he croons and gives your cunt a sloppy kiss, one that has you squealing at the lewd sound.

his tongue dips past your opening, nose nudging against your clit as he slurps and suckles. you've got so much to give him, it's always so much, too much considering he knows no restraints. your tummy feels warm and pussy flutters upon the familiar pull of your orgasm building up.

"gonna cum," it's more of a whimper than anything and rin's fingers twitch on the swell of your breast.

he gives your clit a suck, soft and languid as his tongue flattens on your folds and laps, and white hot pleasure sears through your veins. it's sudden considering rin's pace, as if lazy yet desperate at the same time - passionate - and makes your body seize up, hands tugging on his hair as you grind all across his mouth. you ride out your climax, shameless in the way you use his tongue to prolong the sparks of pleasure, and rin can only groan at the treatment.

by the time he pulls away and sits back on his heels, the very last wave of bliss is still rolling down your thighs, chest heaving and eyes only fluttering open upon rin's warmth leaving you. you watch as he eases his sweats down, just enough to let his cock spring free, and your brows furrow.

"spread 'em a bit more." rin instructs, voice a gravelly hum as he reaches over to grab a cushion or two from the couch. you obey, thighs trembling with the remnants of your orgasm, and rin gives a sound of satisfaction.

he doesn't waste time to speak, instead slides a hand under your hips and easily lifts your ass off the floor to place the pillows underneath. you fist at the carpet, eyes following one of his hands that wraps around the girth of his cock and gives a few strokes.

"fuck." rin sighs, shimmies around a bit to eventually kick off his sweats before he aligns himself at your core. "you were whinin' around not even ten minutes ago.. look at yourself now." you give him a look, both urging him to hurry and begging to shut up. he smirks, confidence warm in his veins as he spreads your wetness on his reddened tip, teases your clit with the way it catches. "say please."

you groan in protest and rin laughs, lighthearted at the sight of your annoyed expression. he wipes it right off your features with just a single forward roll of his hips, and gasps at the initial resistance your snug walls give him.

"please," you whimper, hands resting on top of his as he lays them on the small of your waist. he urges himself deeper, bottoms out until his thighs press against your own and your cunt squeezes down on him right to the very base. "fuck me good." you breathe and watch rin's eye twitch.

he lands a smack to the side of your ass, sharp enough so that it elicits a mewl from between your lips, and he tightens his grip on your hips. "that's more like it."

the downright mean lilt to his baritone makes your pussy twitch, blush spilling down your cheeks as he sets his rhythm. it's rough and urgent, gives away the desperation building up in rin's chest and ghosting behind his turquoise eyes.

head tilting backwards, you gasp and sputter when the tip of his cock bullies right at your cervix. your legs kick out involuntarily and rin's eyes twinkle with amusement as he thrusts deep, pulls your hips forward to meet his halfway. you keen, body squirming at the pull in your tummy.

rin steadies your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh until he's certain it'll bruise and mark you with his love. "so pretty like this." he rasps, chest rumbling with a groan upon the sight of the tears that cling to your lashline. "my prettiest girl, takes me so well." as if on cue, his gaze drops to where your cunt stretches around his girth, struggling to fit it all in. he feels you leak when he eases himself out a few inches and gives in to the ache in his hand to reach down, thumb gliding across your clit.

you suck in a breath, lungs aching. "please, rinnie." the clammy but oh so featherlight brush of your fingers across his forearm sparks his interest. he knows what you want, the need almost substantial as it radiates off your heated skin when you gently coax his hand around your neck.

lust washes over his senses, thick and heavy as it clings to his conscious and sends a jolt of despair through his flesh. the look you give him, doe eyes glimmering with tears and need, makes his head spin. fingers flexing around your jugular, rin has to swallow back a moan.

"right here, yeah? want me to choke you out?" the tilt to his tone is downright demeaning, hidden behind a coo that turns your brains into mush.

aquamarine eyes glance down to yours, hold your stare as you grow putty in his grip. you nod, quickly so as if you're ashamed of the weight the gesture bears, and whimper upon his hand tightening. "rin- hah, please."

he knocks the breath out of your throat with a single squeeze and leans down to swallow up your moan with a kiss.

"shit. shit," rin feels his shoulders tremble, the exhilaration turning his thrusts erratic and unsteady. he knows he promised to be quick, but the way your cunt milks him and sucks him deeper makes him hope you won't mind if he goes to break his word. he's so ridiculously close, feels the red hot pleasure creep up and it's a pain to deny himself the high.

your thighs involuntarily jerk around his hips, tightening around his hand that still works on your swollen bud. you're close, he feels it, sees it as your mouth parts and eyes threaten to roll back.

you look entirely fucked out, as if you've been laying there at his mercy for hours already - and he wishes he could keep the image engraved into his mind, reach for it on the days where thousands of kilometers keep you away-

huh.

he gets it now.

you give a confused hum when his movement comes to a halt, the grip on your neck loosening just slightly as the other hand leaves your body altogether. you watch questioningly when rin catches his breath above you, a new found interest to his gaze.

before you can voice out your concern, his eyes already move to the coffee table, searching and seemingly finding the thing in question as he reaches over. you tilt your head, following his line of sight, and your breath hitches.

rin steadies himself in his spot between your legs, gives you just the slightest move forward to try and get your features to twist in bliss all over again. blood rushes to your face in embarrassment as you watch him adjust the camera to fit all of you in it's frame.

"holy fuck." it's merely a breath as he speaks, husky with arousal. "you're fucking perfect like this."

the sheer desire in rin's voice might be more than enough to bring you to your climax, you think as he groans, thumb reaching to pad at your bottom lip. he presses down on the swollen flesh, wet and glimmering with spit, and fixes his grip on your neck.

it's sinful, something magazines would kill themselves over to put on their front pages. it exceeds anything he's seen before, the way your eyes stare right through him and the camera, the hem of your shirt hiked up as the smooth skin peeks through. it's addicting, the way your reddened lip obediently rests under his pad as the rest of his fingers stay heavy on your jugular.

it's too much, the entirety of you. you're always everything and too much at the same time.

rin presses down on the shutter, doesn't wait until the cartridge comes out as he gently tosses it to the side. sparing the device a single glance to make sure it's in tact, he corrects his grip on your neck before turning his whole attention back to you.

there's many things that get him riled up even further and you've seen it play out countless times before. (more so, you're always the one to blame for rin losing his sanity.) but the look that he settles on you now is brand new, something borderline lovesick, teetering off the edge of lust.

he flexes his fingers around your neck, vice grip making your head spin and hips jitter when he resumes his thrusts. leaning down, rin lolls his tongue out to lick up your jaw, sticky with perspiration and sweet with the taste of you.

"sorry, love," he rasps right by your ear. "but i can't be quick with you this time."

#✧.* zaria writes #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin smut #blue lock smut #blue lock x reader #itoshi rin #blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk smut #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi smut #rin itoshi #rin smut

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greentrickster · 5 months ago

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For the Great God Airplane AU, this time I've been thinking a bit more about Airplane and Shen Jiu having another, proper meeting after Shang Qinghua's regained his divine memories. Because, while it was... nice to hear that open acceptance, that Shangdi was glad that Shen Jiu managed to become Ninth Road, that even his creator thought the fate he'd written for Shen Jiu was too harsh... the fact remains that he still wrote it. Still allowed it to happen.

(He came down from Heaven and incarnated to witness these long-destined events, and to save the world... but not early enough to save Shen Jiu.)

And that sort of thing leaves questions, especially after having had a bit over ten years to think on it (to stew on it (for, for all that they love him, his heavenly siblings openly love Airplane Shangdi best of all things, so he's never even considered speaking to them on this subject))). And the most important question is simply...

Why?

Why allow this to happen?

If you love this world and its people so much, if you wanted to save them from destruction, why let the events leading to it play out in such a way? Why try and change it as a man instead of an all-powerful god?

Why?

They're sitting in one of An Ding's gardens, near enough Shang Qinghua's leisure house to ensure privacy, but nowhere they ever encountered each other in Ninth Road's first life. Shang Qinghua had been getting a breath of fresh air before his newest Official chose this moment to pop up next to him again, as refined and skittish as a street cat still learning how to trust. And, as the one who created him, Qinghua knows exactly how close to truth that comparison is, and mentally rearranges his schedule to prioritize this discussion before doing his best to answer in a way someone who hasn't been there from the beginning will properly understand. In the end he pulls a book out of his sleeve, holding it in his hands.

"Okay, so, books have a lot of words in them, right? And when you're first writing the book, it's fairly easy to go back and check over what you've written, make changes, correct mistakes. But once- once it's published? And there are people out there reading it, buying their own copies? After that it's- I can edit my own copy as much as I want, and it'll be the most accurate version, because I'm the author, but I can't go and just... edit everyone else's copy as well, you know? Maybe if it was just one or two copies that I gave to friends, but not-not everyone's.

"And this- my story. About you and Luo Binge. 'The Grand Fate of the World,' if you want to use your heavenly siblings' term for it... Imagine that as a book. Not just one book, a whole series of books, a series that's millions of words long, and everything in this world has its own set of them. Like, look," he bends down and scoops up a handful of dust, letting it sift between his fingers to blow away in the breeze once he's upright again. "Every single particle of dust I just picked up? Had the equivalent of its own copy of that story inside it. And it's the same for every speck of dust, every drop of liquid, every sliver of bone, every breath of air, every tiny piece of anything that makes this world. And- and I couldn't go through and edit every single copy of those stories, not even as Shangdi, not without- ...not without taking the world apart into nothing again and completely remaking it.

"And by the time it all started to feel really real to me, more than just a chance to tell a story I'd wanted to write more than anything in my last life, but tell it right this time.... by the time I reached that point, it was- hundreds of years had passed, and- and the world was full of people, real, living people, and I had my Officials, and they were part of this world too, and- and they were all real and I couldn't just... erase them like they were words on a page, you're all full of stories, but you're not just words on a page, you're real people."

He says it with such quiet intensity that it's startling. Ninth Road is so used to seeing Shang Qinghua as slippery, untrustworthy, nervous, perhaps overworked, he's never seen him talk about something he's truly passionate about.

About something he truly cares about.

And it is obvious, in this instant, that Shang Qinghua, that Airplane Shangdi, truly cares about this world and its people. Cares about them more than he has words to properly express, even as a god or a writer.

"And I couldn't fix it as Shangdi," Shang Qinghua continues, oblivious to Ninth Road's musings, "I couldn't- I'm really powerful like that, but for something so big and delicate, it's either scrap the whole project and start over or get right down deep inside and try to fix things from there. And I just- what would be the point of making it all again, if I did just start over? It wouldn't be the same, and this world's kinda a hot mess in a lot of ways, but... that's part of why I like it so much! But I broke it, or set it up to get broken, so... I had to come down and fix it. But then I couldn't do it on my own, so... so I asked for help. And you answered. And Cucumber-bro answered. And... now we're here, and- and I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't- I should have done it better right from the beginning, I should have- fuck, thank-you. You saved my world. You saved everyone. You saved me. I'm so glad you're the one who answered when I asked, thank-you."

It's... sincere. Too sincere for one with a face as thin as Ninth Road's, and praise too high for the part he played. "It was Shen Qingqiu who did as you say, not this Official."

Shangdi fucking scoffs at this. "Cucumber-bro may have done the legwork, but he wouldn't have been able to do a damn thing if you hadn't answered my call. And I know you, Ninth Road, I know you didn't actually believe you'd actually get anything for doing what you got asked! Nothing can get done if there's no room to do anything, and you gave it all up to make room. And I'm god and I'm right, so just- just be polite and say 'you're welcome' for once, because I'm an obnoxious little shit and I won't stop thanking until you get that you genuinely did something worth being thanked for! So there!"

...

...there's not a lot you can really say to a rebuttal like that, other than the world's stiffest, most awkward, "You're welcome," to which he gets a big smile, another equally big "Thank-you!", and some free gossip on what stupid things Shang Qinghua's martial siblings have done recently.

It's... kind of nice.

Not nice enough for Ninth Road to feel inclined to inform Airplane that there are technically two Luo Binghes running around in this world now, but still... nice.

(And it's not like he needs to tell him, he'll figure it out for himself.)

(Eventually.)

#great god airplane #shang qinghua #shen jiu #svsss #scum villian self saving system #fanfiction

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queers-gambit · 2 years ago

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It Feels Like (the Very) First Time part two

[ part one ]

[ series masterlist ]

prompt: your husband finally shows you all of him.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!wife!reader

fandom: House of the Dragon

word count: 7.4k+

warnings: cursing, smut, Aemond has more emotion than he knows what to do with, Ewan Mitchell with horses - yum. small angst, large comfort. more filler, more fluff, more of author avoiding responsibilities!! what is editing? i don't know her!!

"What's this?" Aemond whispered through sleep, cracking his eye open in confusion as you settled on the bed with a large, legged tray decorated with different foods. "What're you up to, pretty girl?"

His voice was still hoarse when he first woke up.

"Another surprise," you beamed at him, the sun streaming in through the open windows.

Aemond sighed through sleep, "How're you awake right now? Last night wasn't enough?"

"I'm a bit excited," you defended softly, "today's pretty special in my opinion."

He chuckled and slowly pulled himself up in bed, eyepatch still in place after passing out in it; hand raising to wipe his eye of sleep. "This is nice, love," he nodded gently as you set the tray to his side, easily returning to him when his arm opened in invitation. "Thank you," he mumbled, kissing your temple.

"Mhm, I promised it was just gonna be us," you smirked at him, letting his lips meet yours slowly. "Happy nameday, love," you whispered against his lips, slowly grinning.

He nodded, "Thank you."

"C'mon, I've got a day planned," you smirked, encouraging the tray forward for you both to pick off of. He chuckled when on the tray, laid one of his first presents.

"What's this?" He perked a brow, pointing to the smaller box.

"Maybe you should open it, find out," you teased softly, biting into a berry. He spared you a small look before sighing and reaching for it, slowly unwrapping the packaging and revealing the velvet box.

"Sweetheart," he warned.

"Just shut up and open it," you laughed, letting both your arms coil around one of his as he slowly opened the box.

"What...?" He breathed.

"It's for protection," you smiled softly. "And strength, whenever you need it. 'S the Warrior, see?" You gently pet the pendent.

"It's beautiful, love," he muttered against the crown of your head, kissing it.

"It's for the times I'm not with you," you explained. "You told me you feel safe with me, yeah?" He nodded silently. "So, the times I'm not with you, let this pendent give you strength. The Warrior's good for that."

He chuckled a breath through his nose. "No, this is perfect, sweet girl. Thank you. This is... Really special," he assured, handing you the box. "Wanna put it on?"

"Yeah?" You shot up in excitement, trying to restrain your joy but look, when you nailed a present, you got something akin to an adrenaline high. "You mean it?"

"Put it on," he chuckled, "and I won't take it off, hmm?"

"Good, good, good," you muttered, taking the golden chain in hand before shuffling to your knees. He sat still to let you clasp the chain, sitting back to admire the pendent. "Oh, yeah, this looks - yeah, this is good."

"Yeah?" He chuckled, mimicking you.

"Yes! Really suits you," you smirked, leaning in to peck his lips. "But I know you're feeling flustered, so, I promise... There's still more surprises."

"Y/N," he groaned, "this is enough."

"Hush your mouth and come with me. Get dressed in something loose," you thought for a moment. "And boots - wear boots."

"What're you planning?"

"Play along," you groaned, trying to pull him from the bed. "By the Gods, what're you eating, lad?"

He laughed and easily tugged you back, letting your knees crash to the bed on either side of his hips; making you catch yourself on his shoulders. "In a moment," he preened, licking your bottom lip as his hands easily slid from your thighs up to grip your bottom again, "I need to thank my wife properly."

"No," you giggled, "c'mon, save the thanks and celebration for later."

He sighed at your stubbornness, kissing you once more before giving a hearty pat to your arse, "All right, pretty girl, go on."

With a spring to your step, Aemond watched you flit around the room before getting out of bed, too. You both prepared for your day and you made sure to grab the new pair of gloves Helaena got him. Once in a tunic and pair of breeches, your boots were laced on and hand taken in Aemond's to leave your room.

He didn't know where to go, so, he had to follow you through the Keep. "What're we doing at the stables, love?" He wondered softly, following you closely as he eyed the magnificent beasts around you.

"I heard rumor the Prince used to love horses before he mastered Vhagar," you turned so you walked down the aisle of the stable backwards, hand still held in his.

He chuckled, "Before Vhagar, I only had reason to learn to ride a horse. Since then, I've tried to focus more on my dragon."

You hummed and nodded, "Perhaps because you also don't own your own horse?"

"What do I have need of a horse for?" He chuckled, teasing you.

"To go out on rides with your wife," you teased. "C'mon," you tugged him further, introducing him to the final stall. "Ta-da."

This time, Aemond fully laughed; his cheeks heating up gently, "You really got me a horse?"

"I really did," you beamed. "Wanna go for a ride?"

"You're serious?"

"Why would I jest at a time like this?" You pouted lightly. "Call it spousal bonding."

Aemond let his lips quirk in a smirk, stepping towards you until his hands took hold of your hips and your own latched onto the area above his elbow. "You go above and beyond, sweet girl," he mused.

"You deserve it," you assured softly. "And while I do not get to spoil you usually, I can for today. So, please," you nodded at his new ebony stallion, "go for a ride with me."

"How can I say no?" He smirked, leaning in to peck your lips. "Thank you, my love. I want to say it's too much but you are too stubborn to hear me."

You let your eyes roll, giving him another kiss before pulling back to select your steed for the day. And like that, the morning fell into afternoon in the stable and then the afternoon melted into evening with you both outside the city walls, on horseback.

Aemond seemed different and it was notable enough that you cocked your head as you watched him. At some point, his head tilted back and his eye shut to take a deep breath in; letting you admire him for a long moment before riding forward. The horse you bought him was, indeed, a bit green in his steps but Aemond handled him like a professional - and Gods, was it a sight to witness. You both explored the area beyond your home and as the sun moved into position to sink, you wondered if you should make for the Keep again.

With the promise of returning whenever you liked, since this was his horse now, you both made it back to the stable in time for the sunset. Leaving the stallion and your borrowed gelding in their stalls after cooling them out, you and Aemond made for your rooms with another mischievous grin.

"Let me guess," He sighed, trying not to roll his eye but the attitude was evident, "you've yet another surprise?"

"Of course," you chirped, grinning at him as your hand shot out in offer. "Shall we, my dear husband?" He had to chuckle lightly, slapping his palm into your own almost begrudgingly. "Oh, come now, you can try to cheer up. It was a nice day, wasn't it?"

Aemond sighed gently and tugged you by your hand so you were right under his arm. "Today was kinda perfect, my love. Thank you," he whispered against your forehead before pecking it. "I almost forgot how much I like horses."

"Well, now you own one," you smirked. "I did good, huh?"

Aemond let himself chuckle quietly, "Yeah, pet, you absolutely nailed it. Hmm?"

Under your breath, you hissed, "Yes," much to your husband's amusement.

"And now?" He asked, glancing around the halls you lead him down.

"You're gonna wait in our rooms while I get dinner settled," you smirked up at him gently. "Maybe get a bath, you reek of manure."

You both laughed gently, knowing you were no better; horse hair coating both of your clothing and leaving natural smudges of dirt, grime, and yes, sometimes, manure. It was mostly caked to your boots in an array of mud, hay, and sawdust; so, when you got to your rooms, you were both quick to shed your gear.

"Uh," Aemond eyed you carefully when you dressed.

"What?"

"You're not going in that," he chuckled.

"I was going to put a dressing robe on," you smirked, gently rolling your eyes as you gathered your hair together before twisting and pinning it off your neck.

"Hmm," he considered, letting his eye rake up and down your form. "Maybe pants?"

You chuckled, relenting as you plucked up a pair of simple trousers, "Yes, my sweet. Good?" You checked, easily stepping into the thin material and tying the drawstring.

"With the dressing robe, yes," he mused, truthfully only wanting you bare for him and covered to your neck for everyone else. "You'll join me when you return?"

"Um, ew?" You laughed lightly. "So we might sit in our own filth?"

He shrugged, "What if we cleaned ourselves before we stepped in the tub?"

"Doable but still gross," you teased. "It'll be like human soup of our grime, love."

"Well, if you don't want - "

"Hey, hey," you smiled as you approached him, tying off your robe, "'s your day and if you want to get a bath with me, I would not refuse." You paused, and then relented, "In truth, any other day, I would not refuse - but today's special."

"All right, all right," he smirked, giving your hips a squeeze, "you go, I'll be here."

"Good," you chirped, toes supporting your weight as you pecked his lips swiftly. "I'll be quick!"

Aemond smirked and let his hand swat your bottom (again), chuckling when you offered a half-hearted glare. After stuffing your feet into a pair of slippers, you darted out of the room and rushed for the kitchens. From there, Chef Uller was all too happy to go over a menu with you; assuring it would be delivered to your bed chambers.

Once everything was set in motion, you took a pitcher of wine and two fresh goblets to your room. With the door shut, but not yet locked, you set your items down to pour the wine and then peak into the adjoining room.

It was considerably smaller, but served its purpose of providing privacy in one's most personal, intimate moments. However, it also housed a smaller fireplace that warmed the clawed foot tub resting before it; kettle dangling slightly from it's hanging rack.

Aemond was resting in the tub already, hair, also, pinned back to save it from getting wet. He lazily looked over when you approached and you briefly had to remind yourself not to get angry when you noted he still wore his eyepatch. "Thanks, love," he whispered, accepting the goblet you handed him.

"Mhm," you nodded gently, taking a sip.

"Join me," he requested - or demanded, you're not sure. It didn't matter much because you were eagerly stripping to the side of the tub under his heavy gaze.

Aemond's chest sat through the waterline and silently sipped as his eye watched you, but was taken aback when you asked, "Do you trust me?"

"Probably more than I should, pet," he answered slowly. "Where'd that come from?"

You sighed lightly and in the nude, neared the tub with your own goblet. "Well, you just," you sighed as you sat to the rim of the tub, turning slowly so your legs were submerged first. "You do not let me see you."

He understood your words, telling you quietly, "You saw me at my worst, you should not have to subject yourself to that, again."

Aemond's free hand was offered to you and you accepted it, easing yourself into the still-warmed water. "Well, shouldn't you leave that up to me to decide?" You asked, back leaning against the opposite end; making your legs lay over his to leave your feet at his hips. It left your legs spread to his gaze, water doing nothing to hide the lower half of your body.

His free hand dropped to hold your shin that rested over his thigh, "No, my love, I would not want you to pass judgement."

"So, you do not trust me."

"I do, pet."

"Then why are you afraid to show me?" You asked quietly. "We are already married, Aemond, there is not much you can do to chase me away." Your feet squeezed his hips, pouting lightly, "What if I wanted to see it?"

He sighed, "I do not need to hear my wife's disgust over my apparance."

"Or are you afraid of the praise I will offer?"

It was silent for a few moments as you both took sips of wine, then heard the chamber door open.

"What's that?" He asked in mild alarm.

"Ease yourself, it's only Amira and Chef Uller bringing us dinner," you assured softly. When his questioning gaze turned to you, you smiled softly, "I told you it was just us today."

"So you did," he smirked. "Tell me something." You sighed and nodded, tipping the goblet to your lips as your free hand laid over the lip of the tub. Aemond's hand rose from the water to gently lace your fingers together, the last of the steam wafting from the water's surface. "Did you get me those books or did my brother, truly?"

You paused, feeling yourself flare in a flush of internal embarrassment; blinking a few times as you sighed. "Well, he is... Busy, love. He could not find the time, so, while I was out, I made sure to grab something Aegon could give you."

He nodded, "So, they're from you?"

Your eyes rolled, "Yes, yes, and from your dear brother, he only graced you with his decent behavior at dinner."

"Which went more noticed than you think, sweet girl," he smirked, the outer door shutting again - and you knew Amira was the last out of the room to ensure nobody lingered.

"Hmm?"

"Mum noticed," he nodded softly. "I could tell."

"Well - "

"No, truly, love, what is it you have on him?" He asked, leaning over to set his goblet to the stone floor. You deftly handed him your own. "Hmm?" He turned in the water to reach for you, and you did not fight his encouragement to slide on your knees to rest on his lap. "What is it you have on my brother that gets him to act like a regular person?"

You chuckled, damp arms rising to wrap around his neck. "I promise you, I have nothing. Aegon is a special lad," you allotted, "and has to be handled in a special way. I would only like to think I am merely defensive against him."

Aemond nodded softly, "He likes to instigate."

"Mhm," you agreed, letting his lips meet yours. "However, if my dinner gets any colder, I'll be very upset."

"Oh, c'mon, love," he pouted gently. "Just gotta raise your hips for me."

"So you might make another mess?" You teased, kissing him again. "No, love, c'mon. I can wash your hair if you'd like."

"Perhaps in the morning," he promised with a soft smirk. "I might've taken tomorrow off from responsibilities."

"Yeah?" You nodded gently, nose rubbing up his own.

"Mhm. And I allegedly got you released from duties, too."

"What did you do?" You laughed.

"Merely expressed my want to show my wife how appreciative of her I am," he chuckled, letting his tongue boldly stick out to lick flat up your neck. Your breathing stuttered slightly as your hands tightened on his neck as he muttered, "That I desired being alone with her."

"Oh, so, you told everyone we were going to fuck all day," you teased, laughing gently in his ear.

"Mhm," he smirked, pecking your cheek. "Am I wrong?"

"If I'm not fed soon, maybe."

Aemond laughed and agreed, letting you both climb from the tub; sending a wave of water back into it and onto the stone floor as you dried off. You didn't bother dressing, only tied your robe on; Aemond following your lead and tying on a simple pair of thin trousers. After, he sat at the table and you skipped over, showing him the last two books for him to open.

"I knew it," he teased, opening them. "Are you done for the night?"

"Hmm," you thought about it for a moment, "nope, there's one more. But that's for later," you winked, claiming your own seat as he dished you both plates. "You like them?"

He nodded, glancing at the titles. "Have you read them?"

"A few years ago," you nodded, "and thought you'd like them, maybe we could talk about it."

Aemond chuckled, "Yeah, sweetheart."

Dinner passed uneventfully, and by the end, your bare feet were curled in Aemond's lap as he couldn't resist reading the first chapter of one of the books you got him. You listened as he read, smiling when one of his hands held the book and the other caressed the skin of your feet, ankle, and shins. You were both content to banter back and forth regarding whatever he read, and because you've read the book already, you had to advantage to really poke at him.

As the night passed, it was evident the exhaustion of the day set and Aemond was glancing around. When he noted your softened expression, arm propped on the table to keep your head upright, he closed the novel and placed it under his arm. "C'mere," he whispered, using your hands to guide you to your feet and then lead you to bed.

It was easy enough to get in bed and resume reading. This time, you were pressed against his chest to look at the book he read from, petting the small tuffs of thin, soft hair on his chest.

Just before midnight, you stretched against Aemond's side to then lean up, caress his one cheek, and press your lips to the other. His cheeks filled with a grin as you obnoxiously hummed through your wet pecks, nose nuzzling the side of his own.

"Hey," you whispered.

"Hmm?"

"Ready for your last surprise?"

He sighed, "As if today wasn't enough?"

"Mhm."

Aemond chuckled, patting your hip, "All right, yeah, let's get it done. Go on, pretty girl," his lips pecked your forehead.

With a another grin, you shot out of bed and readjusted your robe to locate the last, final gift of the evening. When you turned, your nerves suddenly flared as you stared at your husband; propped in your bed, eyepatch on, single eye staring back at you with mild curiosity. "Um," you looked to the wrapped parcel in your hands, "yeah, you know what, now - now, this feels a little inappropriate."

Your words caught Aemond's attention, making him sit up and set the book aside. "No, don't do that. You had the thought, c'mere, walk me through it."

That was something about your husband you were overtly grateful for: he always wanted you to explain, take you thought-by-thought to better understand your emotions.

Nervously, you shuffled forward. "I can always return it," you assured, slowly taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Aemond's head cocked. "And you don't have to wear it, either..."

"I wish to assure you but I don't know what it is," he chuckled lightly. "Are you going to let me see?"

You sighed with crinkled brows, hand shaking as you held the gift to him. Aemond slowly accepted it and began to unwrap it, revealing a thickly padded velvet box.

"More jewelry?" He teased lightly, sparing you a glance.

However, your throat constricted as you gulped, "If it's too much, Aemond, I'm truly sorry a-and I'll replace it - I'll return it."

He sighed patiently and opened the box, pausing in earnest shock. He looked from the new, rounded sapphire to your amethyst orbs as words evaded him for several long moments. It left time for your nerves to spike, waiting for his first move.

But you had to explain yourself.

"I-I know you do not want me to see your injury," you nodded. "But I wanted to show you that I don't need to see it in order to love you. While I wish I could go back and undo the years of torment and ridicule, I cannot... And I cannot change your mind that you do not need to hide away, but I would hope you come to see there is no reason to hide away from me. But only when you're ready," you smiled slightly, "and I hoped this sapphire could replace what you use now. Mira said it's seen better days, so, I just... I just thought," you shrugged nervously, picking at the bed sheets in an effort to distract your overwhelming thoughts. "You know?"

Aemond slowly let his lips spread in a bright grin, "This is... I do not know what to call this, but by the Gods, my love, I have never been bestowed such a gift."

"I love you," you promised, nodding at him in assurance.

Something in Aemond's mind clicked and after glancing to the door, he asked, "Could you lock the door, pet?"

"Why?"

"We don't need to be disturbed," he chuckled, nodding towards the door. You did as he asked, and when you returned, he was guiding you into his lap to settle in a straddle.

"Is it too much?" You worried, hands to his neck as your eyes were drawn to the gem sitting beside your calf.

"No, sweetheart," he whispered, hands holding your hips, "'s actually really beyond words. I do not know what to say other than thank you."

You smiled gently, "You're welcome. I hope you know that I do not think any less of you because of this." Your hand rose to hold his cheek, thumb sweeping slowly to caress the bottom half of his scar. "If anything, it really adds to your charm," you smirked gently.

He let a breathy laugh out through his nose, "Yet, I think I have a surprise for you, love."

"Oh? What would that be, husband?" You smiled, leaning in to peck his lips, but did not release your hold of his face.

He sighed, "Take it off."

"My robe?"

"Well," he paused, nodding, "yes, that, too, but I meant the patch."

You gaped at him for a moment, "Look, Aemond, you shouldn't because I want you to, it should be what you feel comfortable doing. We can wait."

But his hands retreated from your form to tug at the ties of your robe, easily pushing it from your shoulders to leave you bare to him. He leaned back some, eye raking over your form spread on his lap. "I do feel comfortable, pet. But only with you," he sighed. His hand rose to sweep his thumb over your pebbling nipple, "C'mere, love. Gonna help me change it out?"

"You're serious?" You gawked, trying to ignore the ministrations of his fingers.

"I don't take the gem out anymore," he nodded, still toying with your tit as he glanced at your gifted sapphire. "That looks like a better fit, more snug."

"I'm not forcing it in socket," you warned, feeling your stomach churn - but from anxiety or arousal, you weren't sure.

"No, I would not ask that of you," He nodded, other hand moving to the laces that laid at the top of his trousers to loosen them. His thighs clenched to lift you up, now holding you to his chest as he worked his trousers from his hips. "Easy," he whispered to you, one hand holding his leaking member as the other guides you back down.

Turns out, intimacy turned your husband on - another note you made.

You both breathed out sharply when his tip prodded at your entrance, but with one fell swoop, you were sunk onto his hips; his cock fully sheathed.

Your hands pet over his cheeks, glancing to the leather eyepatch. "You're truly sure?" You whispered.

"I am," he promised, "go ahead, love. But please... Do not shy away."

Your heart shattered at his words, but you whispered back, "Never."

As if in distraction for himself, Aemond started to rut your hips into his own; creating both tension and friction. Your hands eased over his hair and just felt along the strap, his eye closing to press into your neck. You let him be and started to increase your pace as your fingers toyed with the latch.

Aemond grunted when the years of horseback and dragon riding proved useful; letting your hips move on their own accord to stroke him for all he was worth. His thrusts slowly started to meet yours as you let the latch of the eyepatch go slack, hearing his breathing stagger.

You caressed his face to your neck still but slowly pulled the leather eyepatch off, letting it fall to the side. Aemond's arms coiled like vices around your waist, keeping you impossibly close as you purposefully increased your pace. His hot breath fanned over your collarbones as your hands gently caressed his jaw to ease him back.

He was stiff and kept his eye closed, but perhaps, that was to your advantage. You kept your face neutral, fully pulling yourself off his cock before slamming back down in an impossible rhythm; just gazing over his injury as the dull sapphire in socket stared back at you. "Aemond," you whispered, changing pace so you more-so rolled your hips into his, "look at me, love, please."

With another gulp, Aemond slowly opened his eye and only found your passionate, blissed expression.

"This is what you hide from me?" You asked gently. "You do not feel how tight I am? Gazing at you, fully," you appreciated, thumb sweeping across the bare scar to then gently hook into his bottom lip and jaw; tugging lightly to punctuate your words, "and seeing you like this is something mouthwatering, love."

"Don't," he whispered.

"What?"

"Give me false hope," he grit, taking control of your hips to hump into you at a faster pace. His feet planted flat on the mattress to give himself leverage behind you.

"I would never," you panted, "I only offer you truth. Fuck's sake, Aemond, I saw you when this first happened and I was not repulsed then - I am not now. You, my dear, sweet husband," you leaned so your lips hovered over his, "are so incredibly beautiful. Two eyes or one or none, I am in love with your mind, body, and soul."

"Fuck," he licked your bottom lip before growling and taking you in his arms so he could flip you both.

"Gods," you moaned when he gave his first thrust, new angle creating a pressurized, piercing feeling in your gut. But your hands all but slapped over his cheeks to pull him closer, "You're so fucking handsome, Aemond, do not hide from me anymore. Please, my love, I cannot bare the idea of you turning away."

"After tonight, how can I?" he smirked some, dropping a sloppy kiss to your lips. His hips retracted only to push forward with a roll of his hips, creating a feeling of explicit pleasure in your blood and guts.

"Good," you mused, holding onto his neck and shoulders as his thumb reached to circle around your pearl. "I always want to see you. Fuck," you whined at that familiar feeling.

"You close, pretty girl? Gonna cum for me?" He smirked, lips moving over yours. He gave a grunt and let his head drop to your neck, one hand under your shoulder to keep his balance as the other held one of your legs up his hip.

"Yes, yes, yes," you whined, gasping when his tongue flattened to your neck before scraping his teeth over a sensitive spot. You knew the flesh of your neck and chest would be marked by his doing but did not care; eager to wear his love-bites as badges of honor. "Aemond," you begged in his ear, hands smoothing his hair back with desperate movements.

"That's a good girl," he praised, pulling back to lift his torso and hold both your hips in a pin against the bed. Then, he rose them slightly to angle, making your feet plant and legs widen as he started to thrust again. "Huh?" He reached for your neck, staring straight into your eyes. "Gonna cum around me, love? Let me feel you fall apart?"

You nodded mutely, his hand pressing down to your throat as your legs started to shake from overstimulation. You felt briefly frustrated for not cumming yet, but you were only strokes away once Aemond angled your hips a little more properly. But when his head bowed to watch his cock hammer in and out, glistening in your juices, you reached for him, "Don't turn away."

Aemond smirked and moved so he hovered over you, needing to release your throat to hold his weight; pressing dangerously hard to your clit as his cock swelled with pleasure.

Yet, his breathing faltered when you whispered, "I love you exactly as you are, Aemond." His eye met yours, hand reaching to caress his cheek as your ankles locked behind his pert buttocks. "Do not turn away, I love seeing you - all of you. I will not tire of this sight," you promised through your higher-pitched breathing, slowly whimpering as oxygen felt hard to come by as your climax mounted.

His lips caught the moan off your tongue, sweeping into your mouth only to pull back to stare at you. "Open your mouth," he commanded. One arm, again, lay under your shoulder as the other was occupied to your clit. "C'mon, pretty girl, open your fucking mouth."

You did as bid, and his smirk was broad before not wasting time to pucker his lips as he gathered spit before slowly letting it push from his mouth - dripping to your tongue, and rolling to the back of your throat. You were almost unsure what to do, never experiencing this before, but didn't have to think hard or for long because Aemond was descending and letting his tongue invade your mouth.

Your throat constricted easily, almost absentmindedly.

"Good girl," he purred.

"Wait," you bit your lip.

"What's wrong?" He worried, brows crinkling as his thrusting slowed.

"No, no," you encouraged, heels bearing down to his flesh, "keep going, please. But let me," you spoke, letting one hand drift to your pearl and gently swat his away.

He actually moaned and sat back again to watch you, and from this angle, it was exactly what you needed. Your husband's sapphire only reflected the light of the room but it was enough to push you over the edge once you took a new direction and speed to your clit. Aemond watched in fascination, lips gently parted, as you came undone around him; back arching, eyes shutting, and both hands quickly darting up to palm your breasts.

"Aemond," you whined, eyes cracking open slightly. "My love - please."

"I'm here, pet," he whispered, holding your waist as he started to chase his own pleasure. "You're so fucking tight," he grit lightly.

You whimpered, but before you realized it, your hips were raising to meet his thrusts; one hand holding his neck as the other reached to fondle his stones. Aemond didn't last beyond another thrust, cumming with a shout as his hips stuttered into yours; both hands planted to the sides of your head to keep a stiff-armed posture.

Manicured hands guided him back to you, legs encouraging him to collapse into your body as lips claimed his. Seemingly giving way, he let you push him to his back as you only turned to lift a leg over his hip. He grunted, pushing his hips forward again to keep himself seated deeply in you; peppering kisses to your lips, nose, and chin.

You laid beside one another and you soaked in the sight of him as you both tried to regain your breathing. After a few moments of aimlessly letting your fingertips caress the skin of his face, he cracked a teasing smile, and through his short pants, teased, "You're gonna stare a lot now, aren't you?"

You chuckled, "Would that be such a crime?"

"Not at all, pretty girl," he assured, hands holding your back and hip to keep you close. "Though it might get a bit creepy."

You shrugged, "You married me, so..."

Snickering, Aemond agreed happily, "Yes, I did. And I'd do it again, my love." A hand rose to let his fingertips now guide your chin up so your gaze met his. "I don't know what I did to deserve this union, but I am trying my best to give proper thanks for it. But tonight, my love," he breathed, "I do not know what to say."

"Well, considering you're still stuffed inside me, better say something nice," you teased gently, hearing him chuckle.

"I fear I must ask your assistance in something." You hummed in question, tugging yourself up slightly to caress his jaw and cheek as you kissed at his skin. "Help me change the gem."

"Not in Seven Hells," you refused with a small gasp. "You lost your mind?"

He smirked, "C'mon, sweet girl, if we're doin' this, let's just do it all. I do not trust anyone else but you, yet, I can go ask someone else for help - "

"I might stab you," you lightly threatened with a pout. "Considering the time we've been married and I am only now seeing you," you sighed gently, thumb sweeping over his scar as you stared into the sapphire for a moment, "I would feel great shame if anyone else assisted you... Though, I must confess, I only worry for hurting you."

"You could never," he assured, his hand aiding hair from the side of your head back behind your ear. "You were not wrong, the one I wear should probably be changed. So, we're gonna get the gem out, and..."

"And?" You spoke softly.

He sighed, "Would it... Would it run you off if I asked you to see the injury... Without the sapphire?"

Your heart melted at the unsure, veiled nervousness to his tone. "You're not gonna run me off, love. I will look at all of you," you spoke softly, leaning in to kiss his lips, "gemstone or no."

He sighed. "Lay here a moment, we'll need a dagger."

"For?" You pondered when he moved from under you, cock pulling free with a small grunt, to then let his feet hit the stone floor.

"To get the gem out," he eased casually.

"I am not taking a dagger to your face, Aemond!" You snapped in alarm, reaching for your dressing robe that hung at the bottom edge of the mattress.

"No, love, I will," he assured, grabbing a short-blade from his weapons belt. "You just sit there," he whispered, moving back to your side. You frowned, and once he sat, moved so you were pressed to his flank. Your lips pressed warm kisses to his shoulder, watching as he all too easily used the tip of the blade to pop the gem from his eye socket. Perhaps the one he used truly wasn't a proper fit and was too loose.

Yet, he did not face you.

Reaching for his cheek, you first let your forehead rest against his temple. "Whenever you're ready," you whispered.

"T-This might be the part you run," he returned.

"Sweetheart, please," you sighed sadly, "I am not going to turn away, run, puke my insides, want to leave you, or think any different. Well, that last bit might not be true," you waited until his head tilted just a fraction to meet your smiling-eyes, "because I can only love you more for trusting me this far. But... I-If this is far enough, we don't have to proceed. You can put the gem back in, and we can - "

"No, no," he took a breath. "Once it's in, I rarely take it out... I-I want you to see."

You nodded, "Okay. Then, whenever you're ready."

Aemond took a sobering breath before wrapping his arm around you so his torso twisted slightly. He needed another moment, head bowing to cradle yours into his neck and shoulder; then, sniffling with a soft nod. "Okay."

"All right," you whispered, but did not move.

The fire crackled, sending a pop of ash and ember into the air.

Aemond lifted himself from your warmth and took another long breath in - letting it out sharply and nodding as he cleared his throat. He waited with your hands in his as you slightly peaked around the front of him to get your first look at the extent of his injury.

What a sight it was.

"Oh, love," you breathed, reaching to caress his cheek and gently tilt it downward. "It's healed really nicely, wow, look at that. Looks really good - "

"What?" He jerked up in confusion.

"What?" You asked in return, confused by his own.

"T-That is what you say when you see it?"

"What did you think I'd say?" You worried.

"In truth, I am unsure, but it... It was not that," he admitted.

You smiled sadly and reached again, looking into the deadened, empty socket. "It's not pretty, but injuries such as these rarely are. Though, for what it's worth, it has healed nicely. Why do you wear the sapphire?"

"You see it," he whispered. "It gives fright."

You sighed, "Maybe surprise but not fright."

"You're too tenderhearted, my love," he chuckled a bit. "I did not choose to wear a sapphire just before we married. 'S been years with both gem and patch."

"Well, with me, you need not worry about either if you don't want to," you nodded. "The sight of you - the true you - does not startle me, my love. I am honored at your reveal."

His forehead met yours as he sighed, reaching to pet over your lips lightly. "I am blessed to call you wife."

"And what an honor to be your wife, Lord husband," you assured, leaning in to kiss him again - trying not to think about how you had uttered virtually those same words to Ladies from court, who has offered insult to your husband before.

Aemond smirked gently and sniffled, "You're making me soft."

"Good," you teased, "I like you like this."

"Hmm?"

"Totally whipped for me," you laughed, his hands seizing over your ribs in playful reprimand. "Hey, hey, hey, the feeling is mutual, my love. Please," you chuckled lightly. He only hummed and pecked your lips, pulling back to take a deep breath as if to digest your reaction. "Come here, let's make sure Parne's gem fits."

"Parne?" Aemond repeated, watching you shuffle back to the upper middle of the bed and make sure the gem hadn't fallen from your vigorous antics.

"Mhm," you nodded, "the jeweler?"

"I know her," he assured softly. "She sold you one of her Precious Gems?"

"Am I to know what that means?"

His head shook, "No, I suppose not. I buy from her, too... We've spoken of her gemstones before, though she would never sell them."

"Hmm, maybe I am just special," you considered softly, fingering the blue gem. "Sure you wouldn't prefer an amethyst?"

"'S more your eye color, love," he smirked, meeting you in bed. "All right, c'mere."

Together, Aemond guided you in how to properly place the stone back in his socket, and because it was a larger stone, it took just a bit of persuasion from the heel of your palm. It wasn't the most comfortable procedure and you wanted to call a Maester for Milk of the Poppy, but Aemond refused - citing the pain would be gone in a few hours. When done, you both pushed whatever did not belong from the mattress before shimmying under the covers.

His eyepatch laid on the floor and you grinned against his lips, unable to soothe your vast excitement over his revelation.

While you slept in the following morning, Aemond, who had yet to allow himself to rest, only waited an hour for the sun to rise. He carefully slid out from your embrace and knew he was on a clock before you sensed he was gone, so, he dressed quickly and darted out of the secret passage.

Avoiding any guards this early was simple enough, and just as the sun rose to fill the sky with new light, he arrived at Madam Parne's.

"Ah, Prince Aemond," the jeweler smirked when he entered, "I was beginning to wonder when you might show up."

He sighed, "Why'd you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Sell my wife one of your gems? You've never sold one before."

"In truth, my Prince, I've had a recent brush with mortality," Parne admitted softly, "and instead of holding onto my Precious Gems, I decided your wife's intentions true enough. Tell me, does it fit?"

Aemond lifted his chin, "Very nicely, I'd say."

"Good," She nodded with earnest. "So, why are you here now?"

"I think you know."

Parne smirked, "I took the liberty of gathering these options."

On the presentation table, Parne sat with Aemond for a moment to go over the showcases full of sapphire jewelry. However, he didn't need to think twice when he saw the set he'd come to buy, pointing at the sapphire gem set in a silver band, connecting to a single strand chain, that then hooked into a silver-chained necklace. There was also a band of matching-cut sapphires set in a bracelet, along with a silver sapphire ring that he longed to see on one of your fingers.

Paying the accented woman, Aemond held the parcel in a tight grip as his hood was drawn to prevent unwanted attention with his free hand gripping his sword's pommel in a white-knuckle strength.

Stopping once more at a boutique, he kept his promise, and bought you five new silk slips - some even lined with lace.

He snuck back into the Keep and paused at a different corridor to slip down and visit the kitchens. Chef Uller worried the dinner he prepared wasn't good enough when he saw the One Eyed Prince but Aemond assured it was delicious and he only meant to order breakfast be sent to their rooms.

"Why come yourself, my Prince?" Uller worried.

"My wife speaks highly of you, I was merely curious," he glanced around. "Speaking of, I should return to her."

"We'll have your meal brought up when ready," Uller promised, making Aemond nod and turn out of the kitchens.

When he made it back to your rooms, he sighed to see you sitting up in bed with folded arms - but your face only wore an expression of worry. "Oh," you sighed with relief when he snuck back through the door, "there you are."

"Apologies, sweet girl," he apologized, toeing out of his boots and tossing aside his cloak. He didn't bother with a jerkin that day and only wore a thin tunic, easily sliding back into bed with you. He explained, "I had to run an errand."

"I thought - "

"I did take today off," he smirked, holding out the two parcels, "but I had to get these for you."

"Oh, Gods be good," you rolled your eyes, pinning him with a look. "The day after your nameday, you go out and buy me something?"

"To say thank you, yes," he nodded, jostling the boxes. You took them, and without thinking, Aemond reached for his eyepatch and pulled it off to toss aside. When you opened the first gift, you laughed. "Five more, yes?" He smirked at you.

"Good job, love," you teased, letting your forehead press to his temple before closing the lid and setting the box aside. You then picked up the second gift.

You gasped lightly when you opened it, "It's so we match," Aemond smirked as he leaned in to peck your cheek.

"Oh, you," you chuckled, reaching for the back of his neck to surge into his arms - swallowing each other's moans. Yet, you made one more request, "Put it on me?"

"Why now?" He chuckled, tongue pushing into your mouth to messily tangle with your own.

When he pulled back, you whispered, "So you might fuck me with only these gems on."

And who was he to refuse his wife?

[ part one ]

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nalyra-dreaming · 4 months ago

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Are Louis and Lestat in an exclusive romantic relationship on the books? Show!stat likes 'variety' and the way I took it is as an open relationship, like they go out and have their fun, but the romantic attachment is exclusive and just the two of them, instead of a polyamorous relationship that has love among multiple people... Anyway, I'm asking because I'm trying to understand show!stat better lol. I don't think the show has been clear about it, but maybe they want us to be confused? That's their goal? Because I believe Lestat only goes to Antoinette after he gets the impression Louis is slipping away. And that he takes Louis' shame in vampirism as shame in being with him too? So I get him trying to find a distraction or whatever. But I struggle with understanding this, not because he's 'with' two partners, because I believe all relationship configurations are valid and well, if they live forever, maybe they need a more diverse sex life than us and sex doesn't equal love lol. But even in his 'non-exclusivity', Lestat is still... Exclusive? Like, he just seems to go to Antoinette. But he also doesn't seem to really care about her either, like, I know we only got Louis' POV and not his, but he let her lose a finger and kicked her out of her own home to have sex with Louis? If he was sleeping around it would've made more sense to me, like, yes, he needs diverse partners, scenarios, kinks etc to entertain his sex life. But this feels like having a side piece only because Louis is distant, but being ready to drop her as soon he feels like there isn't an obstacle anymore. Like, if Louis embraces vampirism, finds some peace with his existential crisis an grief and gets to a good, comfortable place in his life, maybe they can be fully together now. And if/when that happens, I'm not sure if Lestat would need more? Anyway, this makes me so confused, because he has this aura of an extroverted, social, sexy, life of the party etc kind of guy that you'd stereotype and associate with being eternally single, sleeping around etc. But he also took so long to try again after what happened between him and Nicky, then he was fell in love with Louis and stayed in NOLA because of him, they familial and domestic life with Claudia for years and were genuinely happy before everything... There are parts of him that feel pretty traditional and simple too. So I'm like that Oprah "what's the truth?' meme lol. Anyway, thank you and sorry this got so long.

:)) Lestat is… monogamous at heart. I think Sam said that at one point. He loves deeply, and fully, and fatally.

He loves Louis.

Their relationship is not the easiest. We have only seen an edited, distorted picture of it for now, we also know now that Louis (at least thinks) he made it awful for Lestat because he wanted to make Lestat suffer (as he was suffering).

Vampires have (what I call) feeding flings. What Louis does in SF. Fuck and kill. What Lestat obviously does, too, bc Louis expects Antoinette to burn when he comes back.

The problem is that she doesn’t. Because she’s more than a fling. She is a symptom of their problems. In the book Antoine later tells us (yes, in the book Antoine survives) that Lestat came to him to talk about what moved him, which he felt he couldn’t at home, because he felt he would be ridiculed. Lestat in the show alludes to that when he rants about Claudia in Antoinette‘s bed (in the hotel). Antoinette was a retreat.

As such she is both less and more than an affair, something that is made clear by her getting turned later. We are led to believe he only turned her out of convenience, but Lestat always only turns people from or for love.

The edited tale tries to play up the cheating and jealousy aspect, but that is not (all) there is to it. Louis‘ and Lestat‘s main problem came imho, when Louis stopped feeding properly and stopped biting Lestat - the vicious circle that came with the lack of intimacy and bridging of the maker/fledgling barrier.

I talked about that here:

So the truth… the truth is it’s not as simple as we are led to believe. In their good times Louis had no problems inviting prey into his brothel to (fuck and) kill. Or the soldiers in s1. Louis did not even comment on them being in their bedroom :).

I think I would put it: they’re as monogamous as vampires can be?^^

And we‘ll probably see more hints wrt s1 in s3 :)

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graciereadshannigram · 9 months ago

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Five Star Fics: Hannigram Edition

hey fam, welcome to the inaugural roundup of the best hannigram fics i've read this past month! i read over 60 fics total, and these were the cream of the crop.

the ingredients for a five star rating typically (but not always!!) include some combination of a.) believable characterizations of both Hannibal and Will, b.) compelling plot and/or character arcs, and c.) high quality smut.

that being said, my judgment of the aforementioned ingredients is powered almost exclusively by vibes and as such, is incredibly subjective.

in no particular order, let's go!

Title: Veins As Fine As Rabbit Hair Author: lovetincture Word Count: 42,953 Summary: After their fall, the little yellow house Hannibal brings them to is a charmed space. It’s easy to forget there, when Will is in the mood for forgetting. In the Pennsylvanian woods, it’s easy as breathing to ignore the life he left behind. Simple to pretend they’re the last men on earth. Molly and Jack, the murder victims and the FBI seem farther away in the sea of tall, sweet grass—an echo from someone else’s dreams. That’s their life now: Will wants to forget, and Hannibal wants to let him. But reality has a way of asserting itself. No one can ignore it forever.

This was absolutely beautiful. And tender. And sweet. This is probably my favorite post-fall fic. I just get Will and love how they figure out their dynamic together. Definitely hit me right in the gut, but in a very very good way.

Title: Peccavi Author: Yggdrastiles (yoingle) Word Count: 30,067 Summary: After a terrifyingly vivid dream, Will realizes that he's going to need to pick a course of action, and the one he picks no longer involves betraying Hannibal. He knows he'll have to confess because if Hannibal were to discover the original plan on his own, it would tear them apart, and Will's not planning on letting him go anytime soon.

I'm a slut for a well-executed daddy kink, what can I say? Long enough to get really invested in the characters and top-notch smut. Nothing more to say here, folks!

Title: Demonstration Author: HotMolasses Word Count: 11,660 Summary: Will goes to a heat clinic a few days before he is due, to determine whether he wants to use the facility. But then he finds himself blindly following the scent of a delicious Alpha. Before he knows what's happening, he finds himself naked, bound, and gagged on an examination table that is being prepared for a medical demonstration, given by Dr. Lecter to a room full of students on how to properly treat an omega during heat. At first he is mortified, but Dr. Lecter's treatment soon has him enjoying himself to the point of begging for more.

This got five stars purely for the SCORCHING smut. If you're into the omegaverse and also enjoy exhibitionism, you'll enjoy this!

Title: Paragon Author: BloodyWar2411 Word Count: 552,462 Summary: When Hannibal met Will Graham (the man who had, three years prior, been mistaken for the Chesapeake Ripper), he expected amusement. What he got was his first taste of obsession. Dark and bitter in the back of his throat but achingly sweet on the tongue. He knew at once that this feeling, this Man, would consume him. And Hannibal would consume Will right back.

Need I say anything? I still don't have words for how much I loved this fic. The plot was excellent, well-paced, and I loved the characterization of Matthew so much! Bonus points awarded for making me truly understand the appeal of primal play.

Title: Realignment Author: HigherMagic Word Count: 23,120 Summary: Hannibal has a daddy kink. This was easy enough when he was younger - plenty of men were eager to take a pretty-faced, arrogant youth in hand. But as he got older, people started to see him differently, even though his own tastes and kinks never changed. He started to attract men who expected him to take the lead, and it just felt awkward to try and broach the subject. Then he met Will Graham.

As I said, I can't resist a well-executed daddy kink, but I was surprised to find out how much I enjoyed Hannibal calling Will daddy.

Title: Mark Me Not A Savage Author: KatherineKrawl Word Count: 401,953 Summary: When Will opens Hannibal's letter, it wakes something primal locked inside of him. He doesn't understand it, but what he does know is that he has to go to Baltimore hospital for the criminally insane, and he has to go now. Dear Will. He could still see the words, written in the curly elegance of Hannibal's hand, burning behind his eyelids. He breathed deeply through his nose to try and calm the unsteady flutter of his heart. A deep breath. One that clawed at his nose, one that penetrated his nostrils like a liquid, a smothering sting he felt intruding behind his eyes. One. Deep. Breath. And then it took him.

An INCREDIBLE omegaverse fic that convinced me hannigram was made for ABO dynamics. Not only was the smut incredible, but the author brilliantly incorporated their canonical mind melding and retooled it for the omegaverse. I think I also set a new reading record by reading this in under 48 hours.

Title: Kindling Author: gleamingandwholeanddeadly (something_safe) Word Count: 10,281 Summary: “You should take a date to your fundraiser." “Yes, perhaps you’re right. It would be improper to invite someone under false pretence, mind, and for my patient to understand, the evidence would need to be… compelling.” “Perhaps an ex-girlfriend,” Will says, unsure why the thought makes him feel flat and remote. “That would be incredibly inappropriate.” “A friend then. Someone you can explain the problem to. You could take-” “You,” Hannibal interjects. The words belly-flop into silence. Will’s mouth opens, and then closes, and then opens again. When Franklyn's advances of friendship become too much for even Hannibal to politely ignore, he enlists Will's help.

Another favorite trope: fake dating. This fic just had me giggling and smiling the entire time and I loved it. I feel moderately bad for Franklyn as a character and yet... I love when Hannibal and Will flaunt their relationship in front of him. Sue me.

Title: Nothing For It... Author: phenobarbital Word Count: 11,360 Summary: ...not thinking to consult Hannibal on the matter, Will went ahead with venting his anger and he thudded the headboard against the wall again, before pressing his lips together and letting out a loud humming moan, which he trailed off into an ‘aaah’ sound as he parted his lips. He didn’t even glance behind him, totally missing the startled and intrigued look on Hannibal’s face as he made another humming moan and thudded the headboard lightly again.

GOOD GRIEF. This fic left me UNWELL. In the best possible way. We love making homophobes uncomfortable, and if it leads to accidentally having sex? Oh noooo. Also, Beverly makes an appearance at the very end and she's great. Love her.

Title: Transcendent Suffering Author: itsbeautiful Word Count: 484,659 Summary: Blue eyes closed suddenly against Hannibal’s searching gaze, sucking in a breath, body going rigid. “You can’t say things like that to me, Hannibal. You cannot glorify the dark impulses inside of me and call them… beautiful.” Will stared up at the ceiling, head thrown back as if struggling to breathe, fragile and bending against the sound of his voice. “You can’t. You just can’t say them.” “Only the celestial moon and I have truly seen you bathed in blood, savoring the darkness, embracing your becoming, and I can assure you it was truly breathtaking.”

I can't remember the last time I read a fic that was as deeply gut-wrenching as this one. I cried. Multiple times. If you like incredibly well done, character-driven stories, this is IT. And the author also wrote some of the most romantic stuff I've ever read, ever. I will be processing this fic for the foreseeable future.

Title: Love Is What You Make It – A two part series! Author: orphaned on ao3 Word Count: 181,771 (both parts combined) Summary: Will and Hannibal make their way to Hannibal's safe house in New Hampshire a couple days after their plunge off the cliff and plot their next move, Will coming to terms with the fact that he is committed to it this time.

A twofer!! And oh my god this was TENDER. I am a sucker for fics that really explore Will and Hannibal's emotional journey post-fall and I think this did an incredible job of realistically portraying that, while still being indulgent. The first fic is very character-driven, and the second part is more plot-heavy. Both are so good! I found myself actively taking breaks just to make it last longer.

And lastly, the honorable mention(s)!

Title: Hannigram: Cuts Unscene -- Season 1 Author: DBMars Word Count: 71,097 Summary: Cuts Unscene is a Hannigram fanfiction challenge – to write one scene for each episode of the series where Will and Hannibal have some kind of intimate interaction that builds their romantic connection. These stories operate on the concept that they were scenes cut from the original episodes, and the attempt is to make them fit into the plot in ways that are as plausible as possible while still having a good ol’ time writing them. The devil is in the details!

Okay WOW, this is the first of four (one per season, and then an imagined season 4), and I am so deeply impressed with how the author made these truly feel like cut scenes from the actual show. The only reason I'm not giving a full five stars is because I want to actually rewatch a couple episodes and pause to read some of the cut scenes to really assess how well they fit into the overall plot. I'll hopefully have an update on this at some point in the future!

And that's all she wrote, folks! Feel free to let me know what y'all are reading and what I should read next :)

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lucy90712 · 1 year ago

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request for jude plsss :) maybe jude taking reader to his training and make it fluffy

WC: 2.2k

Being in a long distance relationship is hard as you can't just spend time together whenever you want but it does mean that time spent together is extra special and always savoured. This is exactly what life is like for me and Jude. The two of us began dating when he was back in England one summer and before he left to go back to Germany we promised each other that we would really try to make long distance work and we have as two years later we are still together. Whenever we can we will see each other whether it's him coming over here when he has a few days off or me going to see him over breaks from uni. When I was applying to universities I looked at a few in Germany so that I could be closer to Jude but he told me not to move all the way out there just for him so I decided to stay in England to get my degree.

Now that my first year is officially over I have a good few months off and the first thing I did was book a plane ticket to go and see Jude. The idea is for us to spend the rest of the season in Germany and then head back home for the rest of the summer. My flight arrived late yesterday afternoon and since then Jude and I have done nothing but cuddle and enjoy each other's company. We talk at some point every day but we still spent hours catching up on things that had happened that we hadn't mentioned to each other. It was so nice to be alone together for once but sadly that can't last forever as Jude still has to go to training.

In the many times I have been to visit Jude I have never been to one of his training sessions I have been to plenty of games but never to a training session. This morning Jude asked me if I wanted to go with him and before I could give him an answer he started begging me to go as he wanted to introduce me to his teammates properly for the first time. Of course I agreed to go but I can't lie I'm a bit nervous about it. I have met a few of Jude's teammates mostly the ones he is closest to but I have never had proper conversations with any of them so the thought of meeting all these people at once is a bit daunting. It's very obvious that Jude's teammates care for him which means they are going to judge me to see if they think I'm really right for Jude which is what's making me so nervous.

Jude was so happy that I was coming to training with him that I decided to keep my nerves to myself and just get ready to go. By the time I was ready Jude had made breakfast for both of us which was only some porridge but honestly that's for the best otherwise he would've burnt the house down. After eating we had a bit of time until we needed to leave so Jude dragged me to the sofa and pulled me on top of him so that we could sit together. We watched some tiktoks together as he wanted to show me some funny tiktoks he'd see and then we ended up scrolling through his for you page which was so random as it had clips from tv shows, prank videos and then edits of him or other players. There was a few videos from one creator that he kept skipping through until I stopped him wanting to see what they were. Turns out they were all different date ideas some of which he'd saved for when we were finally together again which I thought was so cute.

The time we had disappeared in no time and before I knew it we needed to leave for training and I got all nervous again. I think Jude could tell I was nervous as he held my hand for the entire car journey and he even let me play my music which he always says he hates even though we like a few of the same songs. When we arrived there was fans waiting outside like there always is on game days hoping to see the players and get them to take pictures. I always hate this part as I don't like having people film me or take pictures of me as I like to keep myself off of social media as much as possible. As we arrived Jude drove in as quickly as he could and he told me to duck my head while he put his hand in front of my face to stop anyone getting pictures of me which I appreciated.

By the time Jude had parked the car I was really starting to feel nervous especially when I saw a few of his teammates walking in as it dawned on me that I'd have to talk to all of them at once. Meeting new people always makes me anxious but I get worse when I have to meet a big group of people as it always just feels like there is so many eyes on me. I'm almost more nervous to meet Jude's teammates than I was to meet his parents as at least then I knew what I was getting myself into but now I have no idea what's going to happen.

"You don't need to be so nervous babe I promise they will all love you" Jude said taking me out of the spiral I'd found myself in

"Are you sure I mean we're so different what if they think we aren't right for each other" I said

"They aren't going to think that remember opposites attract and I'm definitely very attracted to you" he said making me laugh

After Jude's pep talk I felt a lot better so we went in together and he walked all the way to the pitch with me so I knew where to go before he went all the way back to change. I wasn't on my own for long as Jude came running back with a few of his teammates before beckoning me over. As I walked over more of the team came out and they all stood watching me walk towards them which made my cheeks heat up as it was really awkward having so many people stare at me. When I got close enough Jude put an arm around my waist and pulled me into his side to press a kiss on my cheek which made me blush more than I already was.

"Guys this is my girlfriend y/n" Jude said

"Hi it's nice to finally meet you guys" I said

They all introduced themselves to me and gave me a hug which I wasn't expecting but it made me feel a lot more comfortable. They all asked some questions about me to get to know me better some of which I'm sure Jude will have told them but they still took an interest anyway. The more I spoke to them the more confident I was feeling so I let my guard down a little to show my real personality as I was holding back a bit to start with until I was feeling more comfortable. At some point I looked up at Jude who still had his arm around my waist and he had a big smile on his face which made me smile more too. As I turned back to continue talking to all the guys he leant down and kissed my head which made me blush like it does every time he kisses me in front of people.

It wasn't long before the guys actually had to start training so I went and sat back down to watch them. As they trained I was thinking about how I'd never be able to do any of what they do I like to think I'm fit as I go to the gym when I can but I would never be able to train as hard as they do or run for 90 plus minutes in games. I also took the opportunity to watch Jude train and see the way his muscles flexed and how the sweat formed on his forehead making him look incredibly hot. Jude also took every chance he got to look over to me and smirk if he could tell I'd been staring or blow kisses my way. At one point we had a bit of a staring contest which I lost but it was because Jude was making me blush so much that I had to look away or else I think I would've died.

Eventually all the guys were done with training so I made my way back over to Jude ready to go home and enjoy the rest of the day together. Completely out of nowhere he came running over and picked me up over his shoulder and brought me into the middle of the pitch where all the other guys were stood before putting me down. Despite putting me down he still had his arms tightly wrapped around my waist almost as if he was trying to stop me getting away from him.

"You two do know we are stood right here right" Mats teased

"You are so whipped man" Gio added

"I am not" Jude defended

"You definitely are we all saw the way you looked at y/n for the entirety of training and you can't keep your hands off her" Gio said

"Ok fine maybe I am but at least I have the prettiest girlfriend" Jude said giving in knowing he wasn't going to win this argument

The boys teased him for that even more before I managed to stop them by asking why we were stood in the middle of the pitch instead of going back in. Jude told me he wanted to put my football skills to the test which I absolutely didn't want to do but I couldn't get myself out of it as Jude wouldn't let me. The two of us have played with each other just in the garden a few times and I am yet to get more than a few meters before Jude gets the ball off of me so my skills are non existent.

To begin with a few of the other guys stayed behind and we started simple by just passing the ball to each other which I got the hang of quickly. Jude then tried getting me to control the ball from in the air which was much harder but after a few tips I managed to do it a few times. The guys really put me through my paces in testing my dribbling, passing and footwork skills which were all mediocre at best but Jude was proud of me and cheering me on which made me feel good. Before allowing me to stop Jude wanted to see if I could score a penalty so of course he made the tallest player go into the goal and gave me the ball so I could set it up how I wanted. First he gave me some advice on how to hit the ball and the best places to aim for statically which didn't really help as I don't know if I can even kick the ball hard enough in the first place.

Jude gave me one last good luck kiss before standing back to watch. For some reason I felt like I was actually in a penalty shootout and all of a sudden I wanted nothing more than to actually score despite knowing deep down the odds were stacked against me. I could hear Jude cheering my name as I took my run up and kicked the ball with my right foot thinking that was my better foot. Everything moved in slow motion as the ball headed towards the top corner of the goal and then hit the back of the net as it wasn't stopped on its way. In an instant Jude had ran over and started throwing me in the air before covering my face in kisses.

"That was amazing she's better than you bro" Karim said

"I don't know about that but thank you" I said

"No I vote we get rid of Jude and have you join the team" Gio laughed

"Hey don't disrespect your captain" Jude said

"Maybe they have a point love I mean surely I can only get better with more practice right" I teased

"Bringing you here was a mistake now you're on their side not mine" Jude joked

"What can I say they believe in my abilities" I laughed not able to take myself seriously

We all joked a bit more until all the guys headed into the locker room to change although I could still hear them teasing Jude while I was stood outside. Eventually he came back out and took hold of my hand so we could walk back to the car together. Jude used the journey home to tell me that I had no need to be nervous and he was right all of his teammates were really nice and I fell like I could become good friends with some of them which I didn't expect when I got here this morning. Turns out going to training with Jude was a lot of fun and I might just have to do it again.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham imagines

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landinrris · 8 months ago

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A snippet! Now that I'm finally editing the Witch! AU, I wanted to share a bit of Lando and Carlos meeting properly for the first time. The events as they happen in this 1.1k don't really spoil anything plot-wise. I humbly present, Lando as a witchy shop owner and Carlos as a human tourist stumbling into Lando's shop while on vacation for the second day in a row.

Around ten, Lando looks up as the motion detector chimes and almost chokes on the air he’s breathing. Because Sober Guy is there. Standing in front of him. A hesitant yet hopeful expression on his face if Lando didn’t know better.

He can’t hope for that.

It takes a lot of Lando’s Professional Adult ability to smile normally and greet him. “Oh, hi. Is there something I can help you find?” That’s a normal, professional response, right?

Sober Guy’s smile morphs into something more relaxed— Lando has to be dreaming. There’s no way this is real life.

Unlike yesterday, he isn’t dressed strictly for the beach, but rather in something much worse, in Lando’s humble opinion. No, today, Sober Guy has on a pair of running shorts that ride up a bit higher on one of his thighs and a workout shirt that’s damp to match his hair. He has running shoes on as well, proof that he’s decided to stop back into Lando’s shop along his morning run for whatever reason.

Lando wants to scream at him, ‘You came to the beach and you brought workout clothes?’ He doesn’t, but he could. It would be so easy to.

“Oh, uh no, I’m not here for anything specific you sell.”

“No? Is there something else then?” Lando had thought he’d seemed normal enough in the few minutes they’d more or less interacted yesterday— certainly not one to come and stand in the middle of a shop and stare. Maybe George and Oscar had been right after all.

Sober Guy rubs a hand over the back of his neck and steps closer to the counter. “I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Carlos, I was in yesterday with a group of people. They were a bit drunk. I just wanted to apologize for them again. Make sure you knew we weren’t just another group of annoying tourists.”

It’s a silly thing to say the world shifts upon learning Sober Guy’s name. Carlos. It’s the perfect name for him. Lando suddenly feels like he can breathe easier, like he’s just cleaned his glasses for the first time in too long.

Lando thinks he only misses a beat before responding. “Yeah, I remember. I’m Lando, nice to meet you, Carlos. Your friends were fine, honestly. I’ve dealt with far worse. They had you looking out for them. Someone had to be better at holding their alcohol,” he tacks on, trying to make it sound like he wasn’t watching Carlos too closely. Carlos probably wouldn’t appreciate knowing Lando thought about him all afternoon and night.

Carlos just smiles. “Ah no, I wasn’t drinking, actually. Designated sober person and all that.”

“I guess that would explain how you’re up without them exercising. I’d ask if you’re sure you’re not a local, since who the hell goes on holiday and exercises— no, no, runs— but you’re down here, so I guess that answers that.” Lando allows some of his normal snark to come out, desperate to keep Carlos standing in front of him for even a few minutes longer.

He takes it as a positive sign when the smile on Carlos’ face morphs from something polite to properly amused— like Lando joking with him puts them on a more level playing field. “What, you don’t like to run? But it’s so great— feel the air in your lungs, the breeze in your hair. You wake up early enough and then you have the whole day in front of you.”

The thrill that sings through Lando’s body is pathetic. “More like burning fire in your lungs, sweat dripping into your eyes, and your calves on fire.”

Carlos actually laughs at him, and Lando has to hold himself back from actively preening. “Do you not get a lot of runners who come through here? Maybe they are clearly using a better running area that I should know about.” Lando swears there’s a hidden ‘for next time’ that goes unsaid but can’t figure out why it would be there.

“If only ‘cause all the people I know who live here use the trails in the parks that are around here a lot more. Run into fewer tourists that way. I guess if you’re staying down here though, it doesn’t make as much sense to go all the way out to them.”

“Yeah, we’re just here at the Harbor. It’s nice even if I think some of the amenities are wasted on me for such a short time. The girls like them though, so it could be worse.”

“Are you like the fifth wheel on this trip or something?” Lando doesn’t necessarily mean to blurt out that he’d been watching them that closely, but the words leave his mouth anyway, lulled into a false sense of security by their ease.

Sure enough, Carlos’ eyes go wide, a laugh at least close behind.

Before he can speak, Lando hurries to apologize. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to like, call you out or anything. I just noticed that it didn’t seem like you had a girlfriend or anything. Unless the others weren’t also together. Talk about just assuming.” Lando’s about to magic his own fucking mouth closed so he’ll stop talking even if Carlos doesn’t look mortified.

“No, no, you’re right. You just took me off guard a bit. I have been their fifth wheel for a bit of an embarrassingly long time, I’m afraid. But I don’t mind. It gives me more time to myself.”

If they knew each other better, Lando might reply with something like, ‘forcing yourself to run, even in the May mornings, is not proper time to yourself.’ But Lando is capable of not saying everything that comes to his mind, so he settles on something more mundane. “Oh, well that’s good, I suppose. Hopefully, they’re not too irritating and in your face about it while you’re here.”

Carlos goes to open his mouth when his watch lights up with an incoming phone call that must also vibrate against his wrist by how he startles and turns his wrist to look. Lando can’t read the caller id from here, but he figures there are only so many people it could probably be on a Sunday morning.

“And that would be my friends wondering where I am.” Carlos sighs like it’s the worst possible outcome— a reaction Lando tries and fails not to attribute to himself as the reason. “I should probably go. It was really nice to properly meet you, Lando. Good luck with everything.”

Lando tries to keep the melancholy out of his voice. This will probably be the last time he sees Carlos, and it’s worse now that he actually has a name to his face. “Yeah, you too. Try not to run into a car or anything. They’re not really used to people running voluntarily around here.”

Carlos gives him one last bright laugh that turns Lando’s insides to jelly, and then he’s gone.

#first witch au snippet since august? it's more likely than you think #carlando #husbands™#writing tag #witch au

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 11 months ago

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The Art of Etiquette Part 2 | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You try to back out on being a debutant so you can stop taking lessons with Mr. Jeon but your mother is going to do everything she can to make you follow through Paring: f!reader x Etiquette instructor Jungkook Word Count: 2k~ Warnings: Like one cuss word but thats about it lol a/n: Let me know how you guys are liking this! I was planning on posting this later but I wanted to see if posting around this time would be better :) p.s. roughly edited lol

"Mom! Mom! Where are you?" I yell as soon as I get home. "I'm right here so please stop yelling, you know that there is no yelling in this household" she scolds. "Okay, then why did you yell at me when I got a bad grade on my midterm paper?" I throw in her face. "Watch your tone y/n I am still your mother" she retorts. "Now what is it?" she says quickly turning the conversation back to it's intended course.

"I can't do this" I say and start making my way to the living room with her soon trailing behind. "Do what?" she sighs once we've both sat down. "This whole debutante thing, it's not for me" I say hoping it would pacify her but knowing for a fact that would never happen. "You're doing it!" she says, wanting to end the conversation already.

"No I'm not!" I argue back "I'm not cut out for this thing. This life of high society and playing nice with strangers, pretending like you actually care about what they're talking about. I just can't pretend to be someone I'm not" I explain but unfortunately she'll have none of it. "Did something happen at your lessons today?" she asks, hoping to find the cause of my anxieties.

"Nothing happened" I huff, standing up and making my way to my room. "Obviously something happened since you always seem to have something to say about everything even at the most inopportune times" she says, obviously exacerbated by the memories. "Are you talking about the time I added staying alive to the set list at grandpa's funeral?" I question chuckling at the memory.

"See this is exactly why you need those lessons. It's time to grow up, and if you're not ready to do that yet then I'll just have you get a job and start paying your own tuition so you can learn on your own what it means to be an adult" she threatens. "James said that he would pay for my tuition if I decided I wanted to go back to college. You can't take that away from me!" I argue and stop in my tracks, surprised and upset that she would even stoop that low.

"Since you still feel the need to whine over small sacrifices such as these then it looks like we should probably start giving you some more responsibilities so you will grow up. Just take the damn lessons y/n, it would really make your father and I happy if we could introduce you to everyone properly" she explains softening her tone towards the end.

"But he-" I start, wanting to tell her what my instructor made me do but we're cut off by the sound of James getting home. "How are my two lovely ladies doing?" he asks while giving my mother a kiss on her temple. "Oh we're fine, y/n was just telling me how much she enjoyed her first lesson right?" she says giving me a stern face, daring me to say otherwise.

"Oh yeah they were great Mr. Jeon seems like a very nice man" I say giving him a half smile, forcing the answer out of myself. I hate lying to him, especially since he's been nothing but nice to me so far. A lot nicer than my mother that's for sure, so I would hate to mess things up with him.

"Well that's great news! Especially since he called me just now and asked if you would like to take more lessons with him. It seems like he's taken a special interest in you and wants to really make sure you're set up for success. Would that be something that you would like?" he asks, thankfully leaving the decision up to me but with the glare my mother is giving me it seems like from her point of view there's only one obvious answer for this question.

"That works for me. Whatever you both think would be best is be fine by me" I say, doing my very best to sound as genuine as possible even though I'm dying inside.

"Wonderful! He's asked if we could do three days of etiquette and two days of dance lessons during the week and on days closer to events we should do dance lessons on the weekend before the event as well. That schedule work out alright for you?" he asks while taking out his phone to no doubt sending a message to Matthew to contact Mr. Jeon tomorrow morning so he's prepared for my newly scheduled lessons as well.

"Yes that's fine but where will I be taking my dance lessons?" I question now confused as to why Mr. Jeon would speak to James about them as well. "Oh I didn't tell you?" he's your dance instructor as well" James says and leaves to his office to take a phone call.

"No fucking way am I dancing with that man" I say turning back to my mother once he's out of earshot. "Did he do something that made you feel uncomfortable?" she asks, just now deciding to finally ask why I didn't want to take the lessons. "No he's just a dick" I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Really, that's the reason? What did you expect? He's meant to teach you to act like a lady and let's be honest, a nice sweet approach isn't going to work on you" she says and makes her way to who knows where, to do who knows what. With how big this house is it could honestly be anything.

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"So is he hot?" Jesse asks, clearly interested in how things went yesterday. "I mean I guess but he's too rude for me to even begin to pay attention to that" I huff, frustrated at the thought of him alone. "What's his name?" he asks, taking out his phone to look him up.

"I don't remember but his last name is Jeon" I say taking a bite out of my sandwich. "J-o-h-n?" he questions, confused at the unusual surname. "No J-e-o-n. I'm pretty sure he's Korean" I say and slide over to his side to see what he can dig up on him.

"Jeon Private Etiquette Tutor" he types in and hits enter. "Woah" both of us say, seeing how many articles and pictures of him with actors, CEOs and public figures. "This guy must be loaded" Jesse says, clearly stunned at who he's worked with. "And he's hot! Damn girl you really won if this Jungkook guy wants to see you five times a week" he says and keeps on clicking through everything he can get him hands on about him. "And seven days a week when there's some stupid event I have to go to" I groan just thinking about how many hours of my life I'm going to waste with him.

"He's only 27, I wonder if he's single" Jesse says winking at me. "For me or for you because you can have him" I scoff making him laugh. "No take backs! Well, unless he's straight. Then you can have him back. No matter how heartbreaking that might be" he says, wiping away fake tears. "Sorry to break it to you babe but he probably wouldn't go for either of us" I say placing a hand on his shoulder and getting up to leave.

"Hey! Where are you going? We don't start class for another half an hour" he yells after me. "I gotta go change since he wants me to be 'dressed like a lady' when I come and I won't have time after class" I yell turning to face him as I walk backward for a second. "Alright, have fun Barbie" he yells as I get further away to which I respond with a shake of my head as I make my way over to my car.

"Acceptable" he says taking in my form. "Although the hem is far too short" he says looking down at my legs again before looking back up and making eye contact with me. "It was all I could find on such short notice" I explain but unfortunately he isn't satisfied with my answer.

"Excuses will get you no where, you either do it or you don't. I'm sure you could have put in a little more effort into finding something more suitable if you had tried. Let's remedy the situation by the next class shall we?" he finishes off sarcastically before turning his back to me and walking over to the sound system in the corner of the room and I take the chance to stick my tongue out at him in retaliation.

"You do you realize there are mirrors in this room correct?" he asks, clearly not amused with what he had seen me doing. "My apologies Mr. Jeon" I settle on, not bothering to give an excuse this time. "But are you really?" he asks, walking back towards me slowly, his voice an octave lower, catching me off guard. "N-no" I answer truthfully, nervous with the way he stalks towards me with clear displeasure enveloping his entire existence.

He leans towards me talking directly into my ear, clearly using tactics to show his dominance over the situation. "Let us be honest with each other then. It would be a waste of both of our time if we were to do otherwise" he say sending shivers down my spine and I hate that it's something I couldn't have controlled even if I wanted to. "Is that clear?" he asks, his warm breath hitting my neck making my mind feel clouded, leaving me confused on how to respond to him leaving me only being able to nod in response.

"Good" he says leaning back, giving what I had hoped for was a little more room to breathe. "Next time use your words" he says tilting my chin up just as he had done at my last lesson. "Yes Mr. Jeon" I say quietly, leaving him satisfied with my cooperation and straightening back up to go back to what he had been working on.

'What the fuck was that? What the fuck was that? What THE FUCK was that?' I ask myself over and over and over again. I'm startled out of my circular train of thought and am met with what I can assume is some sort of waltz music running through the twin speakers on either side of the wall that the sound system is placed against.

"I can't dance" I voice out, sticking to my word and answering the question before he bothered to ask. "I thought as much, ballroom dancing is a lost art amongst the youth of your generation" he says adjusting a few more things before coming back over to me.

"You speak of my generation as if it was much younger in comparison to yours" I respond crossing my arms over my chest in defiance. "Were you perhaps curious enough to inquire about me?" he asks finally turning around to face me, making his way back over to me as he had done before, having caught me red handed leaving me changing my position, holding my hands together and having them rest against my thighs.

"I had just assumed based off of how youthful you look" I respond, giving him a forced compliment, not wanting to admit to what I had done. Well, really what Jesse had done but again he would see right through me. "Haven't we agreed to be honest with each other?" he questions reaching his hand out and easily pulling my hands apart. Placing one of mine on his shoulder and the other held in his hand, leaving his free one to rest on my waist.

"Do as I say and hopefully we'll come out of this without any injuries" he says practically daring me to make a mistake. "But of course" I say and straighten my posture to match his and follow his lead as best as I can.

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